To paraphrase James Brown, this tempranillo is talking loud and saying something. The nose makes us sit up, and pay attention to the berries and musk barreling out of the glass and storming our eustachian tubes. Dark fruits materialise as promised, and spice pings the mouth like the echolocations of a bat anxious to find the exit. So enjoy the high theatrics, knowing there’s no let-down to come.