Les Welcome
Whether by intent or tragic mis-typing, you’ve landed on the home of Les Garagistes winery collective. If you’re new to our dark cabal, a rich and heady stew of bad French grammar and subterranean winemaking awaits. But where to start? Here are a few suggestions:
- First, you might take a quick stroll through last year’s vintage escapades, accumulated over the two critical months of September 2009 and October 2009 (remember that the posts are presented with the earliest at the bottom of the page).
- Then, who are these Garagistes and where do they get off? And didn’t I hear they were dead?
- We sully the fine pages of Fine Cooking Magazine
- Winehenge: the movie. If that’s not enough to get you to click…
- A French oak barrel primer
- Red, Rex Sox (Yankees fans, be forewarned)
- Plastic capsules and why we switched to paper
- Lastly, mourn with the Moody Blues as they appear to lament the end of a Les Garagistes harvest.
Thanks much for stopping by. We’ve got fruit lined up for 2010 — with new varietals ensuring we’ll be making even more up as we go along — so another exciting vintage is just ahead. Hope you can join us for it, and let us know what you think of what we’ve cobbled together.
Goodbye old friend
Marley, 1993-2008. Memories of your humor, nobility, and generosity are drowning me as I write. Thank you for every last one of them.
7 Comments so far
Oh no! I’m so sorry for your loss!
Matt, I am so sorry, what a terrible loss. Really a one-of-a-kind dog/friend.
Our thoughts are with you and Elaine! Marley will be sorely missed by many, we were lucky to have him in our lives, and he was lucky to be in yours.
sending some love your way and giving elaine some while she is here at work.
Marley Bones – we’ll certainly miss your gentle nature. Condolences to you Matt & Elaine. A solemn toast is in order.
M&E
So sorry, so very sorry. I was fond of Marley. An excellent companion and reassuring presence.
Roger
Thank you all so much for your condolences. This will be my first harvest ever without Marley, but I’m trying to think more about how he’d follow me along in the vine row, reaching up from time to time to nibble grapes like a Roman libertine. A true Garagiste!