This winemaker is a poet of wine, but also an eternal nonconformist. A person who clandestinely crossed the Pyrenees at the end of the Franco era, who lived with his wife and children in Paris, and who, upon returning to Barcelona, could no longer stand the asphalt or the traffic lights. For this reason, someone who was a hippie in his early days and always swam against the current, remains a Don Quixote in the Alpujarra today and retains that eternal nonconformity of his youth: an octogenarian poet who has fully come into his own.
