A morning on the blue stone of Côte de Brouilly
Up at six with a grower whose Gamay vines are older than the Fifth Republic. Breakfast was last year's cru and a heel of comté.
The slopes of Mont Brouilly catch the light early, and by seven the pruning scars on the old gobelet vines are throwing shadows. Our host farms three hectares here without touching a herbicide bottle — 'the grass is free mulch', he shrugs — and the fruit shows it: tighter, darker, more mineral than the plain below.
In the cellar, semi-carbonic maceration in century-old concrete. The 2025 from tank is all crushed violet and iron, a wine that tastes like the hill it grew on.
Cellar takeaway: Côte de Brouilly 2024 — dark cherry, graphite, a long stony finish. Drink 2026–2032.
