Six wines, one limestone hill.

Our highest parcel, where the chalk shows through the topsoil. Taut, saline and patient.

The walled vineyard below the cellar door, named after the lanterns once hung along its gate.

Named after the sixty-two metres of gallery where it rests on its lees for four years.

Pressed directly from Pinot Noir picked at dawn: a rosé with the cut of a white wine.

A cool north-facing slope that gives a bright, crunchy red for the table.

The last grapes picked, in November light, once the autumn fog has done its work.