25/04/2026
Sunlight in a glass, wild herbs on the breeze, and that unmistakable Alentejo swagger—these new arrivals from have landed, and they’re singing.
The Raposinha Branco is all citrus peel and white flowers, zipping along with bright, mouth-watering energy. The Arinto? Taut, mineral, quietly confident—like a coiled spring of freshness waiting to unfurl. Then the reds step in, deeper-toned and more contemplative: the Reserva shows juicy dark fruit wrapped in a gentle, savoury grip, while the Grande Reserva goes full velvet—layered, spiced, and lingering like a great story you don’t want to end.
There’s a sense of place in every bottle here—sun-baked earth, schist and scrubland, and that wild fox watching from the label as if it knows something you don’t (yet).
These aren’t just wines; they’re moods, moments, and memories waiting to happen.
Now in store. Quietly thrilling. Unmistakably Portuguese.
