Manilva still makes wine the old way, and once a year the whole pueblo turns out to prove it. The big moment comes on the Sunday evening, when locals climb barefoot into the lagar and tread the Moscatel grapes to press out the season's first must. You taste it straight away, sticky-sweet and barely fermented, alongside glasses of the proper stuff. Earlier in the day, growers carry their best bunches up Calle Mar to be judged, with a prize for the heaviest cluster.
Around all this runs a proper Andalusian fiesta: a mounted horse parade through the streets, flamenco on a handful of stages, marching bands, and a procession for Nuestra Señora de los Dolores. It winds up after dark with live orchestras, a DJ in the square and fireworks. It's free, genuinely local, and an easy drive inland from the coast.
