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Almost as if my life had been mapped out for me, I was born in 1947 at the hospital in Libourne, only four hundred metres from the Pomerol appellation, and four kilometres from Maillet. At the time, all the family lived in Maillet. It was only later -and because my grandfather already sold wines under the Bon Pasteur label, that we began to say "going to Bon Pasteur" instead of "going to Maillet". For me, however, it will always be Maillet. I grew up there, played with my brother, walked through the vines with my grandfather - all the unforgettable childhood memories of tastes and smells, and day-to-day life in a family environment in the countryside...

 

" If you want to know where you are going, don't forget where you came from... "