If the stones could speak, they would probably tell us the origin of the different years inscribed in different places of the Caveau. They would surely tell us how the wines were vinified, aged and matured here, the laughts and songs of the harvesters, the anecdotes and stories of Berthe and Maurice Damy when they welcomed their customers until late at night.

Tradition is perpetuated, history is renewed, hospitality in family fibre.