In the southern part of Burgundy, where the Mâconnais gently rolls with soft contours and the morning sun slowly paints the hills golden, lies the small village of Bussières. No hustle, no pretense—just tranquility, wind, and a rhythm that seems to have remained the same for centuries. There, amidst the vineyards, works Louis Dorry, a winemaker who did not find his place on this earth, but inherited it. For Louis is the seventh generation. Seven generations who have tilled, plowed, replanted, cursed, sweated, and laughed on this land. In his family, the land is not seen as property, but as a story passed down. And Louis is the latest author of that story. He grew up among grapevines, but also amidst the sounds of a farming life that was always in motion: the creaking of a plow in the clay soil, the noise of rain on the roof tiles, the soft creaking of wooden barrels in the cellar. As a child, he already knew that every scent told him something: wet earth after a summer storm, the fresh citrus notes of freshly pressed Chardonnay, the herbaceous grass on the hills of Bussières.
Description: Apple, quince, butter, toast, creamy, soft, intense, full and round, with good juiciness.
Pairs well with: pumpkin and sage risotto, cauliflower with creamy sauce, cod.
Fun fact: Louis is a winemaker who doesn't seek fame, but makes wines that linger as if they walk with you long after the glass is empty.