This is what happens when Parisians fall in love with Gamay and refuse to cut corners.

Jean and Stéphanie de Rotalier spent a decade running a wine bar in Paris, drinking everyone else's wine and dreaming about making their own. In 2020, they bought a 150-year-old sharecropper's farm in Salles-Arbuissonnas. Now they farm 2.5 hectares of 40- to 60-year-old Gamay vines organically (herbal teas, sulfur, copper, no bullshit additives) and make wine the way it's supposed to be made: by hand, with friends, without shortcuts.

A fun tidbit about the region Brouilly "Pisse Vieille": Yes, that's the actual name. It comes from a legend about a hard-of-hearing woman and a priest. The heroine of this legend is a good local woman, a very pious winegrower who regularly went to confession at the parish priest’s house to tell him about her minor sins. But she had nothing very serious to tell. That is why, quite simply, one day, the priest freed her by telling her : “Go! And don’t sin anymore ! But the old woman was a bit hard of hearing. She heard, simply : “Go! And don’t pee anymore! It must be said that in Beaujolais patois, to sin is to piss.

The old woman was only relieved of her ordeal when her husband, worried, went to see the priest to ask him for details. And returned home, shouting, from the bottom of the hill, “Piss old woman, piss old woman, the priest said it! And so it was named.

Small production. Hand-harvested. Once they're gone, they're gone.