View across valley to Marey-les-Fussey from HCDN Au Vallon
Domaine Michel Gros Vendange 2024 – Days 5 & 6, Wednesday 25th & Thursday 26th Sept
A day of more kestrel sightings all through today as in over the vines between Vosne & Nuits as went both to & from the Hautes-Cotes, and in the Hautes-Cotes skies as well, with other birds of prey – the only non kestrels I could identify with confidence being the occasional buzzard.
With the Cote D’Or vines picked in 4 days (recall took 5 last year) from now on it was the Hautes-Cotes all the way. Our route into the Hautes-Cotes was always the same, albeit with a twist today in how we got there over the final kilometres as in not what I was expecting as not the route we’d followed in 2023.
Firstly, the pre-departure ‘routine’ included a less than pleasant ‘episode’. The small in number sub-team I’d been a happy part of from Days 1 – 4, as I’ve mentioned previously used two vehicles, namely the domaine’s large white ageing panel van driven by Louis and one of the two Renault mini-buses the domaine had hired for the vendange from the outset. The latter accommodated 9 folk in 3 rows of seats, being the same 9 of us from the outset – thus routine and order was by now well established. I’d enjoyed a daily front row seat alongside driver Fabian, and AN Other, usually Chrystelle. I’ve described a kerfuffle with the transport from Day 4 when we’d all come together as one large team but that had not directly impacted our van’s happy band. That changed for this morning.
I’d always been amongst the first to the vehicle as I was always keen to stash my bulky knee pads, gloves, camera etc so I wasn’t having to keep hold of all that outside any vehicle in the pre-morning departure gathering. On this morning I came to our Renault to find two young (age 20s I’d guess) female floosies sat in the middle row of seats. These two had only arrived I think yesterday & had certainly not been part of the vendange from the start. Kudos to them for appreciating transport seats would be at a premium but that said I was concerned for my yet to arrive fellow sub team workers, two of whom would be left ‘swinging’. I politely attempted, with language a barrier, to suggest to these two females they were occupying seats of established team/vehicle ‘regulars’ from Day 1. I might as well have been talking to a brick wall as they clearly couldn’t give a wotsit for what I was saying, brushed off my comments, and sat tight. The inevitable happened when the others came to embark. The two to miss out were a sweet mother & daughter local pair who came every day by car. They’d been part of the 2023 team so I guess were year on year regulars.
On Day 1 this year they’d greeted me very warmly seeing me again which was mutually very nice & were also very pleasant each morning with greetings etc. This morning I could tell they were quite shocked, if not a little upset, to be the last two to the vehicle to find their ‘normal’ seats occupied by Mesdame Floosies. Early birds definitely caught the worm(s) here. We departed leaving the mother and daughter, and others unable to find transport, milling around the yard. Am not sure how but eventually everyone seemed to get up into the Hautes-Cotes somehow. Not good, not impacting me personally, but just one of a number of issues through the vendange, the rest of which did (impact me) which I largely haven’t detailed to date but I will in my final piece summarising this harvest ‘experience’ for me and what that all means post 2024.
Our route into the Hautes-Cotes (‘H-C’) is/was always the same in that the first part consisted of cutting across the vines between Vosne and Nuits to the northern edge houses of the latter, then curving right through a residential area of bungalows onto the D25, west beyond the Intermarche, then staying on the D25 Rte de la Serree past Le Gentilhommiere hotel in the valley of the Le Meuzin small river/stream climbing towards the H-C. Arriving at the edge of Meuilley, we turn right onto the D115 Rue de Beaune then previously (as in 2023) travel only a short distance before, multiple times turning off right into the pretty hamlet of Chevrey then into the different Gros H-C plots.
Today, I’d blithely assumed we’d be headed for the largest Gros H-C site, that is the 7ha Fontaine St Martin but, no, our destination to come was actually the 2nd largest site, the attractive hillside Au Vallon. How we got to/entered Au Vallon ‘threw’ me a bit as on this occasion we didn’t turn off the D115 into Chevrey but instead, with Louis’ van leading, stayed on the D115 through wooded areas to its junction with the D8 which we turned right onto. This took us past the Maison Aux Mille Truffes, who’s truffle products I’ve bought in the past for family at home, and into Marey-les-Fussey with its number of vigneron properties e.g Joannet & Thevenot Le Brun to name two. Just through Marey-les-Fussey we turned right onto a vineyard road onto a sweeping descent then climbing slightly came to the bottom hillside edge of Au Vallon.
Quite why we took what appeared to me to be an unnecessarily long way round to get to/enter Au Vallon when last year we came out through woods on to its upper slopes having come through Chevrey I never established but who was I too question !
All Pinot Noir here. Milling around to be directed where to start, and with whom as the high trained vines see workers in pairs, a harvesting machine could be seen in the near distance with its attendant tractors and trailers support. No idea who it was working for but if to hazard a guess I’d say the Nuiton-Beaunoy Co-operative, premises on the southern edge of Beaune. The fruit here in Au Vallon seemed pretty good compared to what we’d seen elsewhere and on the Cote. There wasn’t the quality or volume of 2023 but the incidence of mildew here was much lower. Conversely there seemed a bit more incidence of grey rot than on the Cote but not excessive in context. I can’t now recall whom I was paired working with, having not noted it, but partly recall might have been Guy as owner of Onyx (rather than the other Guy – my room share). The grapes were nicely presented & much easier to pick on the high trained vines than the low trained Cote one’s. Much leaf stripping though was essential. The weather was largely grey and overcast through the day with the odd patches of brief blue sky here and there. We worked steadily through the morning, initially uphill before breaking for lunch back in Vosne. Back again in the afternoon to continue/finish where we’d left off. My sub team group, which had stayed together as one of 4 or 5 small entities within the larger whole, were somehow efficiently ‘flying’ post lunch, completing our allocated rows more quickly than others. We finished earlier than usual around 16.30 and whilst I didn’t appreciate it at the time that was because the Paulee was to occur that evening.
Domaine Michel Gros is strangely odd to me in Paulee terms with that ‘celebratory’ event, curiously perhaps, coming part way through the vendange rather than conventionally at or near the end as always my experience at the other domaines I’ve worked for/at. The reason for this seems (can only be) that the Gros vendange, in football parlance, is a ‘game of two halves’ i.e the first ‘half’ being the Cote D’Or work, the second the Hautes-Cotes. I’d been intrigued in 2023 to note how many of the original starting team regulars worked only the ‘first half’ then disappeared off home thereafter. I gather this has been the case at Gros for a while hence the Paulee taking place when it does to accommodate those ‘part timers’ who will leave. Whatever !
It seemed I was the last person to hear about the pending Paulee, and only did so overhearing a mention of it in the yard on our return from the H-C prior to which I’d been oblivious as in no one had seemingly though to tell me – can only assume word of mouth had occurred elsewhere. I had to ask questions re starting time etc then hurried to get ready, badly in need of a shave after 5/6 days without one. Having got myself ready into suitably smarter clothes, with the rest of our accommodation building curiously quiet cum seemingly deserted, I made my way across the dark yard, rain now falling, through the dining cave, and out into the other yard area outside the cuverie, anticipating/assuming as 2023 that our pre dinner gathering for fizz and canapes would be in the cuverie. Err no ! Whilst the cuverie front was open, it was in complete darkness. Bemused, the location puzzle was solved for me as I turned around to see the new building across the street was open and fully lit, occupied by revellers.
I made my across through puddles from the steadily falling rain to join the gang. Its quite amusing, if not impressive, to see one’s fellow workers in ‘party attire’ after day to day working garb. Michel, moving amongst everybody, serving champagne (didn’t notice or ask which champagne it was), was particularly smart in blue shirt and gilet. Chapeau. One of my serious regrets this year was the minimal interaction I had, or rather didn’t have, with Michel in comparison with 2023. With Pierre largely ‘running the show’ this year, and my sub team/transport arrangements day to day, quite different from last year I didn’t see much of Michel other than at distance in the vines, and close up really only at breakfast.
Reception prelude over we made our collective way into the dining cave, which the senior lady regulars had gone to some trouble to ‘dress’ for the occasion, and in which the tables had been moved to up & down the room lengthways format rather than the usual daily across. I didn’t note the entrée but the main course was a rather enjoyable veal and potatoes. Wine wise the evening was lubricated initially with two whites – these were 1) a Domaine Pradelle 2022 Crozes-Hermitage Blanc (a Marsanne – Roussane blend; and 2) the Domaine’s own Bourgogne Hautes-Cotes de Nuits 2022 Fontaine St-Martin Blanc (Chardonnay). The Pradelle was familiar to me from 2023 as some of you may recall. The owner of Pradelle was at wine school with Michel – they’ve remained long time friends and swap wines with each other. I’m not a huge fan of Rhone Blancs – the Pradelle was fresh & pleasant enough but I’d rather have the FSM. I’d brought a few bottles to Burgundy from the UK as usual, anticipating one or more evening socials with Bill, but as he’d returned to Switzerland said bottles were quasi surplus and, in number, potentially impacting the UK Customs regulations number of bottles I could acquire and take back to the UK, so I opened my sole bottle of Domaine Adhémar et Francis Boudin (Chantemerle) 2019 Chablis 1er cru ‘L’Homme Mort’ & shared this with a few others – was very well received, particularly by Michel and Philippe. The Paulee reds, all from magnums, were the domaine’s NSG 2012 Village, NSG 2011 1er cru, and Vosne 2013 Clos des Reas. The Reas particularly was atypically delish – definitely more than one glass necessary for ‘testing’ purposes ! And post speeches, with midnight having come around, so to bed !
Thursday 26th September
This was a free (post Paulee recovery !) day hence I inadvertently slept in to past 7.00 a.m. tut tut ! With heavy rain anyway working would have been out of the question. Post breakfast I spent the morning, with office lady occupant Sarah’s (such a nice lady) agreement, in the domaine office, using Michel’s desk working on ‘Bill stuff’, largely downloaded photos, re-sizing the same for email transmission, and captioning. Towards the end of the morning I took myself off to Beaune on an errand for a friend to collect a specific bottle, already ordered and paid for from the UK. Arriving at the Beaune merchant location (Vistavin – on an industrial park on southern edge of Beaune) it was just turned lunch hour so, knowing how the French love the lunch period, and with the business clearly not open, I initially chose to park up and kill time. That dragged so I decided to leave to get some petrol and come back – which I did. Subsequently a bit of a pantomime ensued with access to the business, a couple of phone calls being required, then a short trip to another close by associated wine business to finally obtain the bottle – phew !
Back to Vosne for more office work to while away the afternoon. Plenty of folk had clearly departed, including my room sharer, Guy, but bless him he’d left me a note with 3 cans of beer. Two other guys who’d been sharing the room next to us on our landing had also gone so I was alone – but that was good as it meant, with no others to consider, when I was in my room I could bolt the landing door outside my room to the stairs and so ensure no nonsense of Belgians etc trying to annoy me, leave furniture piled up outside my room door, or enter the room to misbehave with my luggage, possessions etc etc – all of which had already occurred. Not sure if dinner was on offer on this non- working day (don’t believe it was) I was content to enjoy bread & cheese in my room with wine leftovers and beers pre bed, now safe my beauty sleep couldn’t be spoilt by nonsense with the landing door bolted, ahead of Friday’s return to the H-C with influx of new faces & an improved transport situation.
MdMdlV