Finally the last wineyard was in sight, Bodega Gran Duque D Alba, Williams & Humbert, Ltd.
Well, with the hand on my heart I confessed to my self that it was a relief because of my actually rather poor knowledge in the field. But after a week visiting several places and tried hundreds of Sherry’s I noticed that actually something was happening in the field of knowledge, Sherry was on my brain and how in hell did that happened.

There were Fino Rama, Oloroso,  Amontillado, Palo Cortado, PX and many more and they differed in small portions from Bodega till Bodega

When entering a huge gotic construction appered trough the door when the light stod up in front of the darkness, and the size was impressive to say at least, there were casks everywhere,  differing in size but in general with upp to 585 liter, 4 in hight and 100 of the casks in neath rows after each other. The roof inside of the building was created like a Gotic church in comparison, with tiny holes in the rouf so the rain water could take the easy way down towards the casks and the floor witch was covered in yellow sand to keep the humidity in this vast room, which colour in the shape of sand was stuck on all our clothes emediatly no matter what you did or tryed to do to keep them clean.

The ”catedral” contained over 50 000 thousands of these casks and it really felt like you were inside a factory, quite opposite the other Bodegas we just visited. There were horse shows aswell as bulls dito and from the restaurant thre were someone singing Caruso and it almost felt like something between Disneyland meets Dollywood, and I could see that I wasn’t the only one in the group that’s wondered, were the hell are we. There were courses in how to blend your own drink and the female winemaker tried her best to give the crowds a good lesson during the tasting, easier said than done because, a lack of microphone for more than half the tasting, which was quite annoying really.