The flavor of bramble in wine of Jujuy
Discover the of Jujuy wines revealing the of bramble flavor during the olphactive analysis (nose) and during the gustative analysis (mouth).
The wine region of Jujuy of Argentina. Wineries and vineyards like the Domaine Fernando Dupont or the Domaine Fernando Dupont produce mainly wines red, pink and white. The most planted grape varieties in the region of Jujuy are Cabernet-Sauvignon, Malbec and Merlot, they are then used in wines in blends or as a single variety. On the nose of Jujuy often reveals types of flavors of pepper, cassis or non oak and sometimes also flavors of earth, oak or spices.
In the mouth of Jujuy is a powerful with a nice balance between acidity and tannins. We currently count 5 estates and châteaux in the of Jujuy, producing 14 different wines in conventional, organic and biodynamic agriculture. The wines of Jujuy go well with generally quite well with dishes of beef, lamb or game (deer, venison).
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