The summer : The pleasure of smells.
Like a fishing rod, the vine unfolds itself and grows. Not long after the red moon, summer arrives. We run from vineyard to vineyard, rushing things.
Champagne Rodez in summer
Dawn and dusk have something magical at this time. Over the hillsides a sensual fragrance lingers – the vines are flowering. It is the season of smells; the smell of the soil after a thunder storm, the smell of the vine after each trimming session, the smell of sunburned grass, the smell of work well done after a beautiful day spent in the warm summer sun.