Why stories taste better: A lesson for bingers from Douro Valley

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Victoria Watts, a Travel Blogger from London, has submitted the following post to participate in the GWC - International Guest Blogger Contest:

Why Stories taste better: A Lesson for bingers from Douro Valley

My relationship with alcohol is complicated. I drink it but I couldn’t say I like it. Alcoholism runs in the family. There have been deaths, and it caused me terror in childhood. I once thought I’d steer clear of it for life.  But it didn’t work out like that. I became a teenager in England. I joined the herds, I mixed horrendous concoctions, I binged and I was sick.

If you’re not English, perhaps this sounds outrageous, but it’s the norm where I’m from – a rite of passage, which unfortunately often becomes habit. Go out onto a British high street at the weekend and you will undoubtedly see some loutish behavior – drunken wah-heys, stumbling heels and puke-filled gutters.  I’d like to say it’s just the teens, but bald heads and wrinkles pepper the brawling crowds.

It’s a culture of drinking to get drunk. Fruity, lurid mixes mask the cheap, paint-stripper liquor. Price and alcohol content run reign over taste – how else would white cider survive?

Of course, it’s not always like this. England isn’t a universal nation of bingers ­– but these scenes, combined with my own experiences watching the destructive effects of alcohol, are enough to stop me happily, and simply, saying “I like alcohol”.

A recent trip to the Douro Valley in Portugal reminded me of the other side of this coin: the redeeming features of alcohol and why I can’t say I hate it either.

I went there with a group of bloggers as guests of Visit Portugal. We toured the vineyards and spent relaxing days surrounded by rolling hills filled with grape vines destined to a life in the bottle.  The region is dedicated to the production of wine and port. Some of those bottles may end up regurgitated in a British gutter, but for the most part, I imagine them savoured over mealtimes, a lubricant for friendly conversation. In this land, taste and quality is king.

Shopping organically and being aware of where our food comes from are hopefully concepts that are firmly on our radars. In Douro, you’re surrounded by those origins. There’s no mystery from vine to wine. We went to two quintas that described their process to us. The grapes are picked, crushed (sometimes by feet), fermented in tanks or barrels and then bottled for sale. Care is taken about which grapes make what wine. It’s an art, passed down through generations.

Jodi Ettenberg of Legal Nomads was one of my fellow bloggers on the trip. In her upcoming book, The Food Travellers’ Handbook, she describes each bite on a plate as being a bite of history. This observation was brought to life as we toured the quintas and tasted their wine. Not only do I rarely know where my food comes from physically, but I hardly ever know the history of how it came to be. For me, having both these pieces of knowledge makes the experience much richer. It provides a story.

Quinta da Pacheca was handed down by our guide’s grandfather, and was one of the first wineries in the region to bottle wine under its own label. She takes pride in her winemaking and heritage, always trying to preserve her ancestor’s wisdom. It’s a romantic tale, far removed from WKD luridness and drunken excess.

And therewith is one of the beautiful sides of alcohol. Its side effect is merriment, but inebriation is not its sole purpose. This is the type of alcohol I enjoy. It’s an art-form we get to taste.

Useful information on Douro Valley

The Douro Valley is about an hour outside of Porto. You can take day tours down the river, or stay for longer in one of the beautiful quintas. Both Quinta da Pacheca and Quinta Nova de Nossa Senhora do Carmo are luxurious yet charming options.

We also visited Quinta do Seixo, which doesn’t have accommodation but is certainly worth a visit for the stunning views and awesome wine. This is where I tasted my favourite ruby port.

As a treat, I would definitely recommend the DOC restaurant. A highlight of the meal was a white chocolate covered truffle filled with popping candy and served on a spoon. It was melt-in-the-mouth delicious.


Post submitted by Victoria Watts