An Afternoon Among the Vines

You arrive along a dusty track lined with lavender, the kind of road that makes you slow down before you've even decided to. Henri is waiting at the cellar door — glass already poured.

For three hours, the Luberon is entirely yours. You walk the vines with Henri, who has known each plot since childhood. You taste the difference between limestone and clay without needing to understand the science. You sit at a long table under a mulberry tree and eat what his wife has prepared: tapenade, tomatoes still warm from the garden, bread from the village.

This is not a wine tour. This is an afternoon that stays with you.