Lunch at Bodegas Muga in Spain, with wine pairings by Juan Muga

LA RIOJA, Spain — “I’ll only be a minute,” says Juan Muga of Bodegas Muga as he heads off to a whitewashed building next to a vineyard. I walk along the vineyard, taking in the idyllic view of Tempranillo vines stretching across the Ebro river valley, framed by the Sierra Cantabria and Demanda mountain ranges in Spain. Just days before the harvest in October, blue skies, big vistas and bees, dive-bombing wildflowers between the vines.

Smelling smoke, I turn to see that Muga, U.S. marketing director for his family’s estate, has rolled out a grill and set grapevine cuttings alight. A folding table holds a rosé, wineglasses and a bright orange coil of fresh chorizo. Once the flames die down, he pricks the sausage with a fork and lays it on the grill. Ash swirls around us like snowflakes. “For chorizo and lamb chops,” he tells me, “sarmiento (vine cuttings) is the best.”

He cuts the quickly cooked sausage into lengths and slips them between halves of crusty bread. We eat the impromptu sandwich standing, washed down with the dry rosé, a perfect late-morning snack. The taste of that fat-marbled, paprika-streaked sausage washed down with that crisp rosado is now firmly lodged in my memory bank.

Riojan cuisine is direct and simple, based on the great products grown in the Ebro river valley. We Angelenos tend to mix any wine with any cuisine, but this is a lesson in how well the cuisine and wines of a single region mesh to create a seamless, serendipitous experience.

As we sit down to lunch in a small dining room furnished with old black-and-white photographs of the family, Muga mentions that his grandmother, who was a formidable taster, founded the winery. Today the third generation — her four male grandchildren — are in charge.

We began with fat white asparagus the family puts up in season. Quite the delicacy, each tender spear is cloaked in the lightest vinaigrette. With it, we drink the 2012 Muga Blanco, a cask-fermented white made from the Viura grape. Palest gold, it is fragrant, ripe, a little tropical, its flavors dancing with the subtle earthiness of the asparagus.

Most of the recipes are his grandmother Aurora’s. She was a terrific cook, says Muga, but this next dish is his father’s: sliced juicy red tomatoes stacked in alternating layers with jamon iberico. It is simple, and great with the Blanco, its ripeness a contrast to the tomato’s acidity and the salty richness of the ham.

Next up, his grandmother’s piquillo peppers stuffed with beef and pork in béchamel sauce and served with a scarlet pepper sauce so bright it’s almost fluorescent. The wine is the 2009 Reserva, a blend of Tempranillo with Garnacha and some Mazuelo and Graciano. Smoky on the nose, it is soft and alluring, ready to drink now. And it works beautifully with the peppers’ deep flavors.

My favorite dish is a rustic bean soup cooked with chorizo and pork riblets. The velvety pochas beans bob in a rich broth embellished with pimento-streaked chorizo. We eat the soup with vinegary hot green pickled peppers called guindillas. For this, the Reserva makes a good match, but the 2009 Selección Especial, much darker in tone and more complex, is even better.

Spain has some of the best lamb in the world. And here it comes, a platter of baby lamb chops grilled over vine cuttings. “No knife and fork. By your hands,” he instructs, eating them with relish, for probably the fifth time this week. Served with strips of roasted peppers, the lamb is succulent and sweet, perfect with the silky, voluptuous 2005 Prado Enea “Gran Reserva.” The superb Rioja rings deep and true, each sip melding its dark fruit with the baby lamb. One of the great food and wine matches.

Dessert is light: pears cooked in young Rioja. And to finish: Muga mixes us a gin and tonic. His is made with Fever-Tree tonic and Master’s Dry Gin from London. “Any time, even if it’s cold, we drink gin and tonic.” Even this most sophisticated Spanish taster has his quirks.

irene.virbila@latimes.com