On Sunday we received news that Louis’ father, Henri, had passed away at the family's estate in Gigondas.
I have had the most difficult time thinking of what I could say about this man that meant so much to Louis. Anytime I have had a conversation about winemaking or life Louis would undoubtedly reference his father. Louis has told me time and time again that his success and the success of Saint Cosme were because of his father's teachings and guidance.
Henri’s importance to Louis cannot be overstated.
This poem was written by Odile Coche-Dury for her husband, Jean-François but I thought it was a fitting homage to Henri Louis Barruol.
In the cellar, in the sun, at the vat, at the wine press,
in the cold, in the wind, under a veil of fog,
near the crackling brazier where the smoke envelopes him,
our ancestors and nature herself have imparted their wisdom.
Often he wears himself out pampering his soil,
and working far too late as the reddening sunset sky lights up,
he finishes his tasks without resentment,
then he descends the dusk-dark slope, weary but proud.
If he possesses the secrets of the vine and the art of wine,
it is because in his youth an old vine stalk gave him a sign.
Henceforth he was and always will be a vigneron.
Life in this garden of vines will serve him well
to better understand the path to the great beyond,
he who from birth was molded by his piece of earth.
by Odile Coche-Dury
March 20, 2006
while attending branches
in the des Enseignères vineyard