Wine

creme brulee (…) I taste the terrine. Okay, it's a terrine. Bresse chicken. Ok, nothing to say. An honest poultry, the white a little cooked, but barely. The bourgueil decanter can be drunk. I take the dessert which is on the menu without excessive optimism, mechanically. And it's love at first sight, the miracle. A divine crème brûlée. Fullness, dazzling. Pure emotion. A firework display of sensations that panic the taste buds and lead them into a maelstrom of pleasure. It starts smoothly on the tongue, soft, warm, almost tired, vaguely sweet, confusedly scented, very young girl, and then it slides, it slides towards the back of the palate, gaining consistency and smoothness, saliva squirts in small jets as if washing a windshield ... the orange blossom blooms and vibrates in the li...

A few words to tell a story of wine ... At Mas de la Bégude, the grape is the child king, the vine the queen mother, the winegrower is a shepherd, he accompanies. I try to reconcile my life and my philosophy with my work in a respect for nature and the personal interest that I have proposed for myself. First of all, to love nature, however capricious it may be, however generous it may be! And somehow always fill us up. So, let's pick up the grapes by hand to protect them, put them in the crates, tread on them, put them in the vats by hand. As long as the grape is healthy: no SO2, no sugar, nothing but grapes. What is the point of this process? It obliges the winegrower to be a guide and not a transformer. Curiously, the guide will need experience, a lot of intuition, even a good dose ...