The Grower
Eight minutes with the man who made your wine: his family's vines since 1600, the slopes, the weather, the old barrels, and why you can only measure terroir in the glass.
The wines
No list, no catalogue. Each case is a single wine, with somebody behind it whose first name, cellar and handshake we know. The one exception, at Christmas: the mixed case, half red, half white.
With most wine, you never find out. With ours, you will know exactly who made every bottle, where, and why it tastes the way it does.
For now, one name: Éric Darles, eight generations in Irancy, a little César in his pinot noir and, above all, Les Boudardes, a lieu-dit, a named plot whose generous exposure to the sun gives this wine its structure and its aromas. In time this page will grow into a collection: one grower after another, each a new chapter.

Irancy · Bourgogne
Éric did not simply inherit these vines; he inherited the weight of them. His father held them from his, who held them from his before that: eight generations, perhaps nine, standing in the same village, watching the same rows fall asleep each winter and wake again each spring. Some of his plots give so little that, in certain seasons, the land will not fill a single tank.
Éric's own page on the Irancy growers' site.
We spent a good while in his vaulted cellar, glass in hand, asking questions. He answered every one. Film 01, just below: eight minutes in Irancy, from the slopes to the cellar, and you will know who you are dealing with.
« I am not going to work all year growing fine grapes and making fine wine, only to put a wall of oak in front of it and lose the wine behind. »Éric Darles
The grower in his cellar, Marcel with the bottle open, and the two of us at the table. Every wine we send comes with its own three.
Eight minutes with the man who made your wine: his family's vines since 1600, the slopes, the weather, the old barrels, and why you can only measure terroir in the glass.
One bottle, one glass, half an hour of air. Three minutes with Marcel and the wine you will be drinking, no script.
The two of us at a café table in Dijon, the night the plan was made. Not about this bottle: about the two people who chose it.
People on the list hear first.
Join the listMarcel opened a bottle of the Boudardes 2019 in Dijon, gave it half an hour, and told us what he found. Three minutes, no script.
One bottle, one glass, half an hour of air. He speaks English in the film; the subtitles follow the language of the page.
What to take away
“You remember this wine. You remember it for a long time.”Marcel, on the Boudardes
You cannot choose a wine from a catalogue. You go, you taste, you talk, you come back. Here is where we have been, and whose door we mean to knock on next.
Tasted on the spotChâteauneuf-du-PapeWhere everything was said. Tastings with the neighbours, cicadas in the background.
Vines walkedChablisA night in town, then the plots on foot, fingers in the fossil oysters.
Tasted on the spotVézelayA bottle opened on the steps, facing the basilica. For science.
We only name a grower the day his wine goes into your cases.
For now the cellar is empty, as it should be: the first case has not left yet. After that, every wine keeps its page here, with:
Burgundy · September 2026
A grower in Irancy, in the north of Burgundy, a stone's throw from Chablis, working vines his family has held for generations. He is our first grower, and we went to see him and filmed what we found.
A small red-wine village in northern Burgundy. Pinot noir from the cold edge of the region, with a little César, an old local grape found almost nowhere else, which gives the wine its backbone.
The name of the plot the 2019 comes from. Like La Palotte, it is one of the named plots in Irancy under discussion for a possible cru classification.
Not too warm. The school's serving temperature lesson gives the simple numbers, and the tasting book that comes with the case says what to eat with it.
Nothing to pay today. We write to you when each new grower is ready, and you decide then.
We keep your address to write to you about Tiños Viños, and nothing else. One word and you are off it.