Spittoons & Bouchons, Part II

Following our visit to the Montpeyroux Coopérative Artesinale we wanted to check out some of the ‘Domaines’, the independent wine growers, in town. Therefore we needed to know, where the heck to find Waldo. Our friend, Professeur Tryphon Turnesol* led the way.

Orthonym withheld to preserve dignity & honor. It was, after all, a wine tasting] 

We bravely followed his lead from the Coopérative through the village and up the road ….

…. a little further ….

…. and around the corner,
L’ombre des génoises
… under the 17th century covered hall in the main square of Montpeyroux, surrounded by colorfully shuttered homes and the occasional elderly olive tree.

From the market square we walked up the thoroughfare ….. 
…. through some heavy duty road construction …
Monsieur graciously gave me permission to take his picture
... to the tasting room of the Domaine d’Aupilhac. 

But before we enter the tasting room of the domaine, let me mention ‘les génoises’. In the olden days, wealth in Montpeyroux was measured in roof tiles. Yes, in sun-backed ‘tuiles de toit’.  The layers upon layers of tiles, which formed the roof overhang over the street facade of a building, are called génoises. They were considered an indication of commercial well being and thus ones standing in the community [note: there are 4 layers of génoises in the building above]. Let me also mention that anything more than five layers was adjudged ‘gauche’ or ‘show-off’ by the community at large.

We were, however, more preoccupied with wines than toiles, and after climbing helter-skelter through the new drainage ditches, we eagerly entered the premises of M. Sylvain Jadat, the ‘Domaine de Aupilhac’ – after our leader Tryphon Turnesol first stumbled into the Jadat family living room next door to their business premises. Oops. 

Professor Tryphon Turnesol and his wife, the delightful opera lover Bianca Castafiore* and a mustachioed unknown character in blue were focusing intently on Björk’s* introduction of the characteristics of the grapes grown in the domain, all of us anticipating the tasting of nectar.

Since there’s much spitting in spittoons going on now, we have to avert our eyes
Björk pulled a lot of corks, …

while the resident spider watched

Getting ready to depart, after concluding the tasting with purchases of bottles of delicious wine created from cinsault grapes, a wine we had hitherto not known as a mono-culture, a logistics question arose. How to safely carry our booty or bounty through the construction site out front? Björk suggested leaving through the winery’s loading dock and back gate. Thus she guided us through a warren of caves (cellars) filled with wine in all of it’s production stages.

Magnum and Jéroboam sized bottles



This years crop is coming up nicely!

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