Form Lines to Vines, only one letter changes … but what a change ! Charlotte and Louis PÉROT left Paris as scholars with children and suitcases to find another meaning for their lives. Destination : the Lot, and more precisely ALARY (a commune in Puy Levèque), where, in 2015, they bought a dilapidated farm to renovate. A pretty domain, with orchards, woods and prairies, and a good hectare of vines to complete the 2ha that are rented out and that they have been working since 2012. A total of 3ha, 3 different parcels, with very different soils (and, therefore, terroirs). Louis learnt in Beaune, in Bourgogne, and, above all, at and with Simon Busser (Domaine de l’Originel). Recently, while renovating the farm, Charlotte and Louis have also planted their land to work, in the long term, 4ha with grapes such as Côté, Merlot and a few local varieties. And whites like Chenin, Mauzac or Loin de l’œil.
Plantations that are made according to the principles of “joualles” (an ancient ecological farming system): a line of vines for a line of trees or hedges. This is agroforestry, with the aim of creating a varied whole where animals, men and plants complement each other, thereby creating biodiversity.
This is, in fact, more or less the meaning of their domain name. The Oustal Levant or Ostal is a word that defines a domain, designating at the same time a geography, a living space, a workspace, land, childhood home and memories of a father and mother, but also more distant ancestors. The Oustal Levant is therefore a combination of a building, a land and a family memory. These principles are already visible in the organically certified work (ECOCERT), a meticulous working of the soil and the vines, with respect for the environment. As little passage as possible, as little treatment as possible, little or no intervention in the wines, impeccable hygiene to make the wine with no input (no added sulphites) to any of the wines.
The wines are direct, fresh and delicate. Count on them. Let the future prove them right in leaving everything behind them to write their story in the vines …