presents
The house of perfumes
AAs soon as I arrived in Aÿ, a small town lying on the shore of La Marne and surrounded by hills covered in Grand Cru vineyards, I literally ran through the alleys of the old town to discover the Maison. I was galvanised to say the least, full of expectations: I had been guided there by my woman’s sense of smell and I just couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to discover everything about that place and its sparkling essence; about its perfumes and the secrets that created them. Everything originated from there, exclusively there:
the ageing, the tasting.
The big iron gate was open. The beautiful Champenois-style custard yellow mansion, with its typical slate grey-blue roof, was there waiting for me. I stepped in and, walking through the patio, I found myself in the elegant living room. I immediately felt at home. And within seconds, my nose was overwhelmed by a thousand scents, a thousand perfumes from which just as many sensations arose:
the mystery of perlage.
Finally, I was there, and I could perceive all the nuances, all the inspiration. The fresh citrus fruits, the ripe fruit, the acacia flowers. My nose was pervaded by the fruity notes of the wild strawberries of the Rosé. Gingerbread and toasted almonds. You could also sense touches of hazelnuts, blond tobacco, wilted flowers, caramel, and bark.
Often, the effervescence of the small bubbles provides a true background to olfactory sensations and then, after a waft of white flowers, orange zest or wild berries can make an appearance. Each champagne has its own notes:
That particular perfume was tasty and intense. Its personality had a full body and character. Walking around the Lallier Maison, I was set to discover every reason: perhaps the decisive factor was the extraordinary expertise, gained over all these production years, way back from 1906 to today? Or maybe it was the choice to use only a small quantity of vins de reserve. What if it was actually the nature of the terroir that expressed itself in the aromatic originality of each cuvée? Or maybe the difference stemmed from the choice to exclusively use “home-made” yeasts for fermentation?
At the first sniff, I immediately grasped its persistent bouquet, the freshness of yellow fruit, the intensity of candied citrus fruits and bread crust. Then, after a few long instants, my second sniff captured its deep aroma:
it smelled like butter and brioche,
and dried apricots.
All my questions vanished instantly: that Maison was a place full of life and sparklingness. It was the place giving life to bubbles that make every moment truly extraordinary.