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Nuit Blanche
Aged 12 years · 30 ml · 54 bottles
White amber and iris over a base of vetiver carried out of season by patience alone.
€340
My father bought the cellar in 1962 because the cliff behind it held still at fourteen degrees year-round. Twelve years later he opened the first amphora. The bergamot had become something my mother could not name; only smell, and decide it had been worth the wait.
We blend nothing in a hurry. Each year a single batch — fifty-four bottles, never more. They ship in the season the harvest demanded. If a vintage doesn't meet the cup, we hold it another year. We have not released a bad bottle in twenty-eight years because we have not released a bottle we doubted.
White amber and iris over a base of vetiver carried out of season by patience alone.
Wet oak moss and Atlas cedar, walked into being by a single autumn afternoon.
Bergamot and saffron meeting late — the first warm hour after a long February.
Six farms across Provence, Calabria, Sri Lanka. Handpicked at the morning the farmer says ready — never the morning the calendar does.
Sealed in clay amphorae set against the limestone cliff. Fourteen degrees, always. We open the seal once a year, smell it, write it down, close it again.
By hand. By Sylvain. Each batch in a single afternoon — no more than fifty-four bottles, sometimes thirty-six. The number is what the year gave us.
Bottled by hand, sealed, signed. Each carries a chapter number out of the year's total. Yours is shipped within the season — by the farmer's calendar, not ours.
Three essences open for reservation today. Each ships within the season of its making — we will write to you when yours is ready.
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