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Once upon a time there was a beautiful wild terroir, where ferocious beasts were treasured and the sun shined more than elsewhere, where celebration was a way of life, and where wine, a true social tie among men, was a part of everyday. But little by little, the terroir became neglected, misunderstood and forsaken. The celebrations became drab, repetitive, and life lost its flavour and the people their identity.
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