The heavy door opens slightly, revealing the much-hoped-for contents: a refrigerant, a pump, various objects linked to the wine industry and, enthroned in the middle, firmly secured, an orange-colored caterpillar tractor.

Its mechanical insect morphology, its eyes and its locust mask seem to look towards the north of the valley and say to Gilbert “The tree has been uprooted, it must be replanted”.

Many years later, I understood while contemplating this beautiful tree that there really was a treasure in the box.

Our Colombier was born, it had grown against all odds and the bottle of Cuvée G placed in front of me was much more than a simple consumer item.

I hope to share this emotion and this “something more” with all wine lovers.

Oenophilically yours.