We travel to a small town of Macqueville close to Hubby’s haunt, but where Pineau is no longer available, the Farmer who he worked for having passed away and also the other vigneron in the village. In Macqueville we search out M. Fevrier, as favourite vigneron from former times (and taste tests) who has excellent Pineau, but sadly he is away this morning elsewhere and our rings at his door receive no answer.
Instead, as we stand on the street, deciding where next to head, when a friendly voice greets us and we make inquiries as where to get good Pineau since M. Fevrier is away. Fortunately the friendly voice belongs to a Madame Moulin and we are happily directed to their family Pineau and Cognac business. We leave our car behind and she speeds us away down little lanes that wind though the grapes to the place where they have a Cave and where their Pineau is made.
With the ease of knowledge obtained from being born into a family that makes Pineau for generations, her teenage son takes us though the process and a degustation and after a small sampling (Himself was driving so I sampled and he took tiny sips) we relieve them of some Pineau that is duly loaded into their car, later transferred into ours and we have happily completed out first Pineau purchase. Himself also got a very decent looking bottle of 55 year old Cognac to complete our purchases.