Do you know that the wine grape varieties assembles both the cultures, genders and both faces of the world.
Take for example a nice champagne that goes in Australia, just as armed with a degree in oenology at Beaune in international trade in Paris, and have him meet a young winemaker in the vast landscapes of vineyards. Together they seek the best place to realize their dreams and find paradise here in Languedoc, on the renowned terroir Faugères . They will take them no less than a year and a half before finding the ideal plots in altitude, on a floor covered with shale.
Then they decide to name their adventure and their field: The Fusionels , choose an emblem of their own: a statue symbolizing the union of their common passion and launched immediately into their first vintage.
First converted try with two medals in the competition of the great wines of the Languedoc-Roussillon: bronze with vintage dream, a pure Grenache velvety and fruity, and gold with the timeless vintage. The adventure continues with the construction of a cellar of 1,300 m² on two floors to Cabrerolles , on top of the appellation Faugères , notching a part of the rock. Thus, well sheltered, the harvest will be processed by gravity and a large tasting room overlooking the vineyard and the sea and the Pyrenees should magnify the wines.
Did you know that there are still and always, on the vineyards of Languedoc, that much is bent on uprooting, passionate souls determined to meet the challenge of globalization. While there is no doubt that the fusional will be a beautiful place in the sun, do not lose the opportunity to be seduced by tasting their wines next. Remember, you also run with this new world of wine .
Arielle Harris and Jem
The Fusionels
AOC Faugères
www.les-Fusionels - faugeres. com
As I already liked the bubbles of Mary, I do not see why I would not like the nectar of Faugères, even being from Gaillac and having lived in Clamart. (Nothing but divinely wine country). Blood will can mentir.Pour anecdote or alibi if you like, my mother, Catholic, I was baptized in the Abbey Saint Michel de Gaillac on a beautiful sunny day in late June 1946. My father, of Protestant origin, after the Catholic rite, I was quickly taken to a tavern located Griffoul Square (fountain Languedoc!) And then passed me a clove of garlic on the lips, which was associated with a finger of white wine .............. As for the baptism of King Henri IV.Que remember this dish of garlic is good for you brings nombreusesBizzzzzzzzzzP.S: Arielle, do you remember of Clamart, a night summer, with Arnaud?
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