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The Merlots from Clos du Clocher 2010-07-30 00:00:00

We harvested the Merlots from Clos du Clocher with very nice balance, especially on the plateau in front of the church, in a parcel planted in 1957. We take the opportunity to try some cold macerations and fermentations directly in barrels. Thanks a lot to Pierre-Guillaume Chiberry from Radoux for the technical aid and we make an appointment in a few months to taste the results !

Light and Shade 2010-06-01 00:00:00

The Clos du Clocher 2008 has just been put in bottle, the 2009 is in barrel and the 2010 is just taking its first steps on the vines... everything is under control! In September, it will be time for the beginning of a new harvest and vinification; so this wine vat has every right to enjoy the first rays of Spring sunshine in Pomerol, and to make the most of the few months of holiday that it has left.

Mémories-Carriers 2010-05-26 00:00:00

An army of decanters, always at the ready to defend the honour of old vintages. They have known the austerity of the 88, the extravagance of the 90, and they carry within them a memory of the mythical vintages of 45 and 47, the power of the 61 and the rich maturity of the 82. Today, in the shadow of the room, they prepare once again to launch an assault on our waiting taste-buds.

Nature's Theatre 2010-05-17 00:00:00

Where has that orange T-shirt sprung from, with its leaf pattern so striking that it seems to belong in the vines? There is something so kitsch in the pose that it reminds the onlooker of a perfectly-staged Pierre Commoy and Gilles Blanchard photo. The photographer is an outsider capturing a random scene, but making his presence clearly felt by the cliched arrangement of the shot.

Wine Froth 2010-05-03 00:00:00

Wine, life... so integrally connected. This deep red mousse, this bubbling liquid, is it grape juice that is the source of wine, or blood that is the source of life? To stop philosophising for a minute, this is Pomerol wine. So from Clos du Clocher... would you like an IV infusion?

A Knot of Vines 2010-04-02 00:00:00

This photo makes me think of the work of Italian painter Giuseppe Arcimboldo and his wonderfully surrealist portraits of people created entirely out of likenesses of vegetables and fruits. Of course on one level it is nothing more than dead wood, but at the same time its knarled knot, frothing at the top, together with the early morning frost, seems to have created a living creature, with a ram's head or the antlers' of a stag borne from some mystical force of nature.

At The Sorting Table 2010-02-09 00:00:00

These boots could be from a fisherwoman in the frozen Norths of Alaska. They are instead from a female harvester, working at the sorting table. We spend so much attention to what is happening on top of the sorting table that we can miss the suprises that can be going on underneath. But should that really suprise us ? Wine is never far from real life, for good and bad.

Pipe 2010-01-25 00:00:00

Kite, giant intestine, man-eating plant? It's full of possibilities, this cat-gut of a pipe: looking into the heart of the photograph, this everyday object that we use without thinking again and again takes on all of a sudden another dimension and becomes a question mark, a source of mystery, and finally of fun.

The Race 2010-01-17 00:00:00

It's race-time for this army of berries as they attempt to make it to the fermentation vats. Me first! Me first! Are they trying to escape the watchful eye of the women around the sorting table, or are they just excited at the thought of ending up in a bottle of wine? Whatever the aim, the rules are clear: you need to avoid capture and keep a steady pace, on the pain of... disqualification!

Why ? 2010-01-10 00:00:00

Let me pay tribute to Thomas Cabus, photographer, who originally thought of this project. Many pictures you'll find on this photoblog are from him. Every week, I'll post one picture and I'll share my comments with you.
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