The owners of the nearby vineyards purchased this cliff or cave dwelling and have partially restored it after years of neglect from squatters. The owner pridefully referred to his family as peasants, said with a emphatic puff of air on the "p" and enjoyed being blunt and unreserved. He joked about Americans who will allow every gun and automatic weapon imaginable but get frightened when a little Camenbert or a pate cross the border. The red wines here are Cabernet franc only, mind you, if you want a blend, go elsewhere. Were they good? Yes. Were they mostly meant to drink young? Yes. Was he happy to sell us some? Mais oui.