I became an alembic ?
Because that's who I am.

I narrate you here.

In August 2016, during a travel in South America, when we were backpacking while talking a bit about work, Tania, my lover, asked me these two questions:

« Don’t you really imagine earning your life with orchard fruits? »

The answer to this question, I had it inside me, naturally, but I really couldn’t put the paw on top. Inside me, I was still fixed, with a fear in my stomach to leave my comfort zone and begin a professional activity that was dangerous but much more in line with that’s I’m.

As we continued our journey towards Lake Titicaca, I couldn’t get Tania’s question out of my head, which inevitably reminded me of my dear father, who had left us. During this crossing of the lake, we met a Belgian man with whom we discussed at length about our respective life paths…

I suddenly had this revelation:

if I didn’t use this knowledge and my passion for distillation passed down from my father, I would only regret it !

These encounters and discussions were really nothing more than messages sent by my father ! My decision was then taken: I would take up the torch of my father, and I would make it my profession: Alembic.

He must be, I hope, proud.

« One year, it was too many damassines that at the end of day, my parents would pick them up when they were very tired ! »
Chief boar

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