The wine region of Ardèche is located in the region of Méditerranée of Vin de Pays of France. Wineries and vineyards like the Domaine Le Liby or the Domaine Vignerons Ardéchois produce mainly wines red, white and pink. The most planted grape varieties in the region of Ardèche are Viognier, Merlot and Cabernet-Sauvignon, they are then used in wines in blends or as a single variety. On the nose of Ardèche often reveals types of flavors of cream, mango or red cherry and sometimes also flavors of oaky, cassis or strawberries.
In the mouth of Ardèche is a powerful with a nice freshness. We currently count 119 estates and châteaux in the of Ardèche, producing 655 different wines in conventional, organic and biodynamic agriculture. The wines of Ardèche go well with generally quite well with dishes of beef, lamb or spicy food.
You don’t need a state-of-the-art winery to make wine. You don’t need rows of pristine oak barrels. One thing you do need to make good wine is good vines. Have you ever asked yourself where all these vines come from? How do they find their way into the ground? It used to be easy. In the past, winemakers simply took cuttings from their vineyards, propagated them, and planted them in the ground. But phylloxera put a stop to that. What was a simple process acquired layers of complexity: winemakers ...
Our feet crunched through layers of dry oak leaves as we climbed a pebbly path towards the vineyards behind the farmhouse. Roots go deep here. Not just the tall oaks and squat vines, but families too. I walked the vineyards at Mas de Libian with Hélène Thibon, but it was her father Jean-Pierre that greeted me when I arrived. Hélène’s sister Catherine was out front with Bambi the horse, ploughing the sandier plots. Later, we tasted in the winery with Hélène’s son Aurélien. Three generations of a ...
Onwards, upwards. The roads get narrower, the corners get tighter. I step out of the car when I finally reach the winery and the air is so much fresher here. I go to take a sip from my water bottle and a gust of wind makes it whistle. I stand with Thomas Jullien and we look over the vineyards. It’s not yet spring, and the vines look little more than sticks. ‘It’s a lunar landscape at the moment,’ he says, as a friend’s flock of 300 sheep has just passed through to graze on every scrap of green b ...
