Those who knew Marcel Lapierre will remember the mischievous look with which he heard the sound world. Glad to dupe all but nothing. Or anyone.
The amateur pass remembered the warmth of its welcome. His solid nudge. And his manner gruff but generous to invite you to his table. And you will keep at all costs, with a lot of jokes,
terrine and Morgon.
His friends, his neighbors will not forget the hand, the board of Marcel.
Oldest, finally, will remember the brawl led together since the late seventies, to live and prosper the idea of a new wine. On grape rid of fireworks chemistry and winemaking cellars without tinsel.
Marcel was in the wake of the great Jacques Overnoy and Chauvet, one of the pioneering nature of the wine. A master in his field. A king in his country. A friend. And when a friend leaves us, words fail us.