Two flavorous supernovae located at Bottle Barn. Found gems there before but never like this. And again, with imports… AND, both under twenty dollars. This reminds us as consumers that price relevant, but also relative, and not telling of much. The Albariño with its telling euphonious momentum and nuanced makeup, conveying letters of place and conviction, attention to me as the sipper, while the Garnacha spoke in my more direct an declarative dotes. The more oxygen assimilated into the white wine’s climate and note complexion, the louder it became, the more assertive with its attitude and varietal character. Then, the Garnacha just became more interesting. Not that the Albariño didn’t, only the Garnacha shape-shifted a bit, moved with more seductive syncopation and sensibility… berries sewn in smoky sentences, determined grip and pervasive pulse, structure atop structure. People always go on and on about the “finish” of a wine. The Garnacha didn’t have one. All sips tied together. “Price is ancillary, at best, in terms forecasting quality.” What last night taught me. And, next visit to Bottle Barn assures I’ll be in the import plain and not just reflectively skip to the Sonoma, Napa, Paso parcels. Or maybe I will, but not before seeing what the world itself has for me as a wild wine writer.