Yes, the Creu de Lavit. On our trip to Spain, we took ourselves to el Celler de la Boqueria. The owner recognized me from the wine class I took there in December 2002, a time when you may recall that I did not really understand Spanish, let alone the techno-speak of viticulture. The highlight of that class was when I got up the courage to answer a question and declared that a young red "smelled of coffee." The teacher nodded and told me that, thanks, but that was impossible. But all was forgiven when we showed up this summer, credit card in hand, for a tour of the wines of Spain.

The owner hooked us up with six bottle from different parts of the country and a nice wine box, which he tied with string in a manner that made a handle that sliced my hand very nicely as I lugged it through the airport. Now the wines are in our second fridge with the thermostat turned up to 47 degrees, but some research into the intelligence of using a fridge as a wine cellar has me scared of the lack of humidity. So we've begun drinking, in order to save the wines. This one was nice. I can't say more about it than that. But Larry Walker of Wine and Spirit International found it nothing less than sensual.