Domaine Entras is home of the La Gelotte wine from the March box. A family run vineyard with a deep sense of tradition and history. We grabbed a few minutes with Michel, the winemaker to see what makes his estate special.
My name is Michel, I’m 35 and I grew up in a family of winemakers from Gers. After a few years travelling the world and exploring, I returned home with the idea of continuing my family tradition. We pride ourselves on making wines that reflect their origins and also wines that can be drank on a daily basis, the same ones my parents made, that are ideal for an impromptu gathering of friends! I’m now in charge of making the wines and also marketing them, but I’m supported by a great team.
2. Where did you get the idea for the name?
Gelotte is a beautiful Gascon, located on our estate. I know this is confusing, because Gascon can mean many things, but in this case it refers to a small country house, wide-spread throughout Gers. Gelotte is the name of our own; a beautiful, quaint abode made from local limestone.
3. The label is really pretty! What was the inspiration for it?
I work a lot with Véronique Joffre, an artist whose work I really admire. I requested that she create a label for this bottling, highlighting the hills of Gers in our little corner of it. The idea is a simple human touch to help anyone drinking our wine explore the landscape where the wines come from; rolling, green and tranquil.
4. What would you say is the perfect pairing for this particular wine?
Hmm. Tuna and avocado Makis’, or a seafood based tagliatelle dish, cooked with white wine.
5. How would you summarise your region in a few words?
Friendly, gastronomic, environmentally friendly, music lovers!
6. How do you keep your morale up during the cold months?
Ah, we have good friends who distill their own Armagnac and we’ll go over to feast on duck breasts and their excellent brandy all night. It gets us through until Spring!
7. As someone who grew up here, do you have any funny stories or memories?
Oh there’s a lot. One that stands out is my father and his team writing naughty messages using bales of hay, so the children on the other side of the street would laugh. Let’s just say that he wasn’t much of a poet!