You’ll wander through historic vineyards in Ica, tasting local wines and pisco straight from centuries-old cellars. With hotel pickup included, friendly guides share stories while you sample drinks at each winery—plus there’s time for lunch among the vines. Expect laughter, new flavors, and a real sense of place that lingers long after you leave.
The tour visits Tacama Vineyard (or Vista Alegre on Mondays), El Arrabal artisanal winery, La Vieja Bodega Lovera, and Bodega Nietto.
Yes, hotel pickup in Ica is included; on holidays pickups are from Plaza de Armas or Huacachina.
Yes, tastings of various wines and piscos are included at each stop during the tour.
No set lunch is provided but there is free time for lunch at El Arrabal's restaurant during the day trip.
If Tacama is closed (usually Mondays), you'll visit Hacienda Vista Alegre instead—it’s similar in quality.
The full itinerary takes most of a day including travel between wineries and lunch break.
Yes, infants can join but must sit on an adult's lap during transport.
Your day includes pickup from your hotel or bus station in Ica (or central points on holidays), entry to all listed wineries—including Tacama or Vista Alegre depending on the day—guided tastings of both wine and pisco at each stop, plus free time for lunch before returning to your hotel or central drop-off location.
I didn’t expect the air at Tacama Vineyard to smell so sweet—like sun-warmed grapes and something a little older, maybe oak? Our guide, Maribel, waved us over as soon as we got out of the van. She had this way of talking about wine that made it sound like a family secret. “This one’s from the oldest barrel,” she said, handing me a glass. I tried to swirl it like she did but ended up spilling a bit on my hand. Sticky, but worth it. The main keyword here is definitely “winery and pisco distillery tour”—it’s not just a label; you really feel it in every corner.
After Tacama (or Vista Alegre if you’re there on a Monday—Maribel joked Mondays are for ‘vino rebels’), we drove out past fields that looked almost gold in the late morning light. El Arrabal was smaller and smelled faintly like fermenting fruit and dusty stone. Lunch was simple but good—roast chicken and rice, nothing fancy, but the pisco made everyone loosen up. At one point, an old man at the next table winked at us and raised his glass; turns out he’d worked at the vineyard since he was a boy. There’s something about these places that makes people want to tell stories.
We stopped at La Vieja Bodega Lovera after lunch—the cellar there goes back to the 16th century, which sounds wild until you see how cool and shadowy it is inside. You can run your fingers along the stone walls (I did) and feel how cold they stay even when it’s hot outside. The last stop was Bodega Nietto—a family-run place since 1857—and by then I could actually taste the difference between their pisco and what we’d had before (or maybe I just wanted to impress Maribel). The day sort of blurred together in a good way. By drop-off back in Ica, my teeth felt purple and my head felt light.

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