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The land is Provence. A land of lightand fruit, of Van Gogh’s sunshine and the skies of Cézanne, of dry-stone wallsand shady squares. A thyme-scented land where the cicadas sing. A land ofalmonds and olives – and of oil, distilled by the sun.
The place is my home – and you’re very welcome! Ilive between the Rivers Durance and Rhône, between the Luberon and the Camargue.Between Avignon, one-time papal residence and celebrated theatre venue, andArles, the "little Rome” of Gaul. I live in Les Baux Valley, a bike ride fromthe unspoilt villages of Mouriès and Maussane, on a family-owned estate of 50 hectares (about 125 acres) planted with6,000 olive trees at the foot of the Massif des Alpilles, and set in its ownnature park. Next to the olive grove is an 18th-century bastide (Provencal country house) and its old oil mill, restored inthe Provencal tradition. My home? Think of old stone, plane trees, shiftinglight and shade, blue-painted shutters and a swimming pool...
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The knowledge stems from a thousand-year-old tradition, refined by several generations of my family, and which I now apply to the land: how to cultivate olive trees, right through to the final moment when a ribbon of oil – fluid, flavourful, sun-kissed – unravels in the light.
(By virtue of this terroir, the olive varieties, and the knowledge used in the production process, my oil proudly carries the Appellation d'Origine Protégée label.)
I invite you to share all of this at my home, where we respect what was, and are attentive to what is. Here at Mas de Boutonnet, we work the soil – for the eyes and the palate – but also aspire to a certain sense of taste. So once again, welcome! Enjoy visiting this website – perhaps as an appetiser...?
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