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News from the Auberge du Vin - by Linda Field

Vintage 2009 - 70 days to go!
The vines outside the Auberge have berries already - now we are waiting for the veraison, the stage where the skin of the berries starts to change colour from green to red. As anyone who has been on a wine course knows, all grapes have a clear juice and its the colour of the skin and how long the juice is in contact with it in the winery, that will determine if the final wine will be white, rosé or red.

The date of the harvest is always tricky to predict - the amount of sun and rain we have in the next 70 days will impact, but assuming we continue with this 37C heat through summer, the harvest should be from the 10th September to the end of September.


Tour de France 2009-1 day to go!
All those sports mad people out there will already know Le Tour starts on Saturday, but did you know the penultimate stage will be right past us, to the top of Mont Ventoux? Watch out for us on Saturday July 25th as we wave on Brit Mark Cavendish up the gruelling 2000 metre ascent on what is likely to be an extremely hot day.

Autumn at Auberge du Vin
October and November are beautiful times of the year to visit the Auberge and enjoy the autumnal colours as the vines and the cherry trees in the region turn red, amber and gold. The wineries are less hectic and more welcoming once the wine is made, and the weather can be very sunny and bright.

Enjoy the summer weather and remember to drink lots of water alongside that refreshing glass of Cotes du Rhone rosé!

Cheers!

Linda
Linda Field
WSET Certified Educator
Helping you understand and enjoy wines more!
www.aubergeduvin.com
Tel: 0033 (0)4 90 61 62 84
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