Some words from Charles

My vineyard has become my garden, and my wine is the fruit of my happiness in this Trouilh district, district of the “press” in Béarn.

My vineyard grows in a breathtaking landscape every morning of the year, in front of the Pic d’Orhy and the Pic d’Anie, with the snows when I prune, the torrents when the vines bloom, the red slopes at harvest time …

You know that I am a Peasant, attached to this country and this landscape, more than a poet, but believe me when I say that I want, and I find, in our wine, the characteristics of this country.

Freshness of the torrent in the “Happy Hours“, small, light wines like our feasts and the smiles of young girls, to taste with the afternoon apple pie, the thirst for summer aperitifs….

The nobility of the old Pyrenean province, of tradition, of our songs on the return of the harvests, on the table of gastronomy that mark the stages of our lives, harvested in old vines, wine for aging if there is one, this is the “Cuvée Marie”, and “Uroulat “in his heart, faithful and proud.

The cuvée La Petite Hours…, there is in this terroir sometimes hilly, a vine which grows near a source where our prince Gaston Fébus surprised the bears who came to drink. At nightfall, the discreet Constellation rises just above and imposed its name.

Finally here is Les Vignes d’Alfred, my cousin’s wine and neighbor, wine that resembles this Béarnais, faithful to its house, serious and deep. He takes care of his vineyard and entrusts me with the work of his grapes.

Calm, patient with nature, convinced that beautiful and good are linked, often joined by my epicurean friends, always in the passion for this land and this profession, full of gratitude for the team – Gérard, Jean Marie, Jonathan and Marie Pierre – with whom I work which is more than a family to me…. I recognize my happiness, and I have become the moved guardian of this garden.

All this happiness, this beauty and this emotion, I want to share them … they are, thanks to the alchemy of the cellar, in the wines of Clos Uroulat , and await you …