Once upon a time, the story of a passionate
Tasting and travelling
The first time I really appreciated a glass of wine was two years ago, in Australia’s southern Island: Tasmania.
It was a special day to me, I remember it as if it was yesterday...
The most important in my story I think, is that I was not alone. 
I was travelling with two friends of mine, french like me. We had come together to the end of the world to live our Australian dream.
Life then was exciting. I was a backpacker and my home, my life, everything I needed to
feel good fitted in my backpack.
Life was easy too. It was just made of work and holidays. Once we had enough money to
afford moving to another place, we just left!
On a 1stof January, job-hunting lead us to Tasmania, an Island in the south of Melbourne. In only two days, we found ourselves picking cherries in Tasmania, going to sleep before night to waking up at 4am in the morning, in a frozen tent …Picking, again and again for 6 weeks, whether it was hot or freezing, without a mean of transport to do something else…
To an easy job, no need to say that we couldn’t wait to go on holidays!
And, one day, we finally finished.
Trees were now emplty, we had made the most of
our picking season, and this has allowed us
to purshase the only thing we had been dreaming of
during all these weeks : our new purple camper-van.
Life suddenly tasted different, a taste of
liberty/freedom and independence…
A few days later, we planned to be back on Mainland, heading to the desert.
Before that, we first headed to the Coast, discovering the amazing unspoilt landscapes of Tasmania, and one out of 10 most beautiful beaches in the world: the amazing Wineglass Bay. Premonitory.
And then come our last day in Tassie, we didn’t want to leave the island without enjoying a last pleasure: tasting local wines.
A pleasure we had to deserve. Indeed, hardly accessible, the vineyard we targeted was simply lost in bush. I don’t remember how high it was, but on our way to go, the road seemed so steep and endless... Our campervan was weak and the trip seemed to last for ages. More than once, we drove fingers crossed, bated breath, hoping that our beloved van would not let us down and stop in the middle of that hill…Will the van handle it?
And finally, some hundreds of k’s later, we arrived to Barringwood park.
Sparkling, Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, Pinot Gris, Rosé, the
winemaker offers us to try 10 wines from the production. Pinot Noir “Rahven Hill”, my favourite, was the one we chose to accompany a large plate of cheese.
This moment meant much to me. 
After the long hours we had just spent to arrive there, this wine tasting stroke
like a relief, but also a success in the fulfillment of my dream.
It was also the occasion to make a point after the awesome weeks of work we had just done, which were also the last ones for us in Australia.
Moreover, this wine evocates to me this wonderful moment, the happiness to share it with my friends, the green landscapes of Tasmania, and my "recovery of liberty".
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Why I like wine
This passion was transmitted to me by my family. I can say that I fell into it as soon as my birth….
My grandfather owned vineyards to my birth, my ballads was to follow my grandfather in the ranks of vines where I hid behind the leaves.
Of course, I attended the grape harvest with my family brings to this major event, I crushed the grapes with my feet and I loved the sensation of sweetness caused the grains of grapes slipped between my toes child
Finally, came the day expected where I have my first glass of vin…but this was not the best experience of my life. I did not specially like the strength of this alcoholic beverage because the alcohol seems us very strong when we are not yet 10 years…
I do not hide that I was disappointed not to enjoy this elixir of jouvance!
My teenage years, my taste buds are open, and I have finally been able to appreciate this noble drink. This feeling of intense happiness in every sips continues to surprise me!
I got so fortunate to have home cellar still very well-stocked of great wines that my grand father made me discover every Sunday in the traditional family meal. His fine analysis of the product was the only thing that I thought.
The passion of wine was not actually born in me, it me gently was sent by my mentor. I then realized the importance of wine in history, religion ; it is the drink of the gods. It includes easily this savouring this soft drink gives us the impression of fly us, be above everything and do not have concerns.
The time has come to share this discovery with my friends the time of the summer evenings. In five years, I fell in love with this product that fascinates me. I had the chance to live in the middle of the vineyards which leave me the freedom to go grow me, learn on the vine, meet winegrowers, listen to their advice.
Equip itself with a beautiful bottle and a beautiful place is now accessible to the majority of us.
Take time to enjoy what Mother Earth provides us through the hard work of courageous wine producers.