At the Verne Estate, the harvest is carried out at night by the light of the light towers, the moon, and the stars. A process that has been in place for many years, not to meet the demands of a somewhat eccentric winegrower, but to preserve the freshness of the grapes for the sake of quality. The cooler temperatures keep the berries fresh and preserve all their flavours.
I could very well have gone home to sleep, or even stayed on Manon’s couch. But I’d not miss this moment for the world. There’s something magical about meeting at night, in this unusual bustle in the middle of the vines.
Jameson leads the manoeuvre in the fields. Under his look of a young premier, and with his extended name of lord, he has this terroir in his blood. Since taking over the reins of the estate, he has moder
