Philippe Alliet
My first ever visit to meet Philippe Alliet was an enjoyable, memorable and yet, on reflection, ultimately a rather inauspicious occasion. It was more than a few years ago now, and thus I can’t recall how I arranged it; I have a feeling that I might have set it up through a middleman, perhaps a merchant or importer, having otherwise found it difficult to raise a response from the domaine. Whatever my method was, I do recall (thanks to my propensity to scribble notes on everything I do, purely for this website) that I ended up with an 11 am appointment. Thankfully the domaine is not difficult to locate, the cellars overlooking the road that runs close to the Vienne, on the outskirts of Briançon, upstream of Chinon. And thus I arrived uncharacteristically early……and my hunt for Philippe began.
The cellars and house, which once belonged to Philippe’s uncle, were open to the world and yet were completely deserted. Or at least that at first seemed to be the case; investigating further, deep within the house I found a bar-come-tasting room occupied by two dour-faced Frenchmen helping themselves to a glass or two of wine. Enquiring as to whether or not they knew where Philippe Alliet was, their uninterested responses could not have possibly communicated any greater disdain for my question – or indeed my mere presence in the room – than if they had put in an olympic effort. Just for a moment I felt like Sergeant Howie trying to extract information from the inhabitants of Summerisle (hopefully not too obscure a film reference). The pagans returned to their muttered conversation, as they continued to nurse their latest pours of Chinon, while I escaped outside, now nervously checking for wicker effigies as well as any signs of Philippe’s whereabouts.
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