The harvest season is wrapping up in Burgundy. The last grapes are being clipped from the vines while others are already cosying up in their fermentation tanks.
Harvest time at estates like Domaine Follin-Arbelet is like a particle accelerator for friendships. Bonds form, sometimes new and sometimes renewed friendships, love, wine, and even the art of learning bawdy songs, thriving in communal living. It’s about facing diverse weather conditions and meeting people from all walks of life. Nowadays, it’s rare to have access to this rich tapestry of varied encounters, especially when most of us are cooped up in the same job, in the same city, with the same people. The harvest is a micro-bubble where community spirit and teamwork come alive, not for political or religious reasons, but purely for the love of wine.
The kitchen crew fires up the stoves starting at 8 AM to prepare utterly delicious and generous snacks, lunch, and dinner. The grape pickers begin their work at 7:30 AM, while the porters bravely traverse the rows, carrying baskets brimming with grapes to deposit into crates.
Around 8:30 AM, the first songs and laughs begin to echo through the vineyard. Aches in the back, knees, and feet make themselves known but start to ease up after the third day. It’s a well-rehearsed choreography that resembles a weaving loom: the straight rows of vines are the threads, and the porters who straddle the alleys are the weavers, creating the fabric of the harvest.
It was an incredible, intense and rich week that will take some time for me to fully digest.
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