In families such as mine there was always wine, from generation to generation. The Sunday lunch and the infamous Claret, often a bottle of Chateau Talbot from Cordier.
Afar from urban life I wanted to touch the vines, understand the land. All over the world from Australia to California via Italy I grew my knowledge of the vine. I understood form this that the vine had one country where it really felt at home and so like the “vin” I settled in France.