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Our Private Tasting Tour at Domaine Faiveley

After an amazing tasting at Olivier Leflaive our next stop was the Domaine Faiveley. Lisa and I thought that Tom really pulled a rabbit out of the hat for this one.  Faiveley is not open to the public.  They are famous for producing some of the finest wines in the world.  If you can even find their wines you will pay dearly for them.  I found it interesting that they stored literally hundreds of different wines and vintages in their cellar.  I’d never seen that before.

Some of the wines we tasted cost from $200.00 to $300.00 per bottle, which is way more than I spend on wine. I’ve never been to a tasting where the winery was so generous. We also tasted some wines in the $40.00 to $60.00 range. Faiveley produces a whole range of wines, and some sell for over $2,000.00 per bottle.  Who buys a bottle of wine that costs so much? I can’t imagine what a $2,000.00 bottle of wine tastes like, or if the average wine consumer could even tell the difference. Lisa and I could tell the difference between their $50.00 wines and their $250.00 wines, but I have my doubts when it comes to the super expensive wines. Alas, a $2,000.00 bottle of wine is something I will probably never have a chance to taste.

The wines we tasted at Domaine Faiveley.

Ilana, Tom, Lisa and I tasting some amazing wine.

There were racks and racks of different wines and vintages.

When it was time to leave Faiveley I asked if I could buy some of their wines.  After all they had given us a private tour, and opened some amazing wine for us to taste.  They even poured us a second glass if we wanted more.  Unfortunately they said they were not set up to sell to the public, and that if I wanted any of their wines I’d have to go to a retail store.   It was sort of the good news and the bad news.  I really wanted to buy some of their wines, as they were delicious.  Even their lower priced wines were not cheap, so I guess they saved me a ton of money.

Our next stop was the Dijon Friday covered market.  If we happen to be in Dijon on a Friday it is something we try not to miss.  It was mushroom season, so we especially wanted to be there.  Lisa makes a mean mushroom risotto.  Then there was the amazing cheese selection.  If you have followed this blog for any time at all you know that Lisa and I love cheese.  It kills me when we go back to the states and I see the price of French cheese.  One cheese we especially enjoy is Epoisse.  Lisa told me that the Epoisse cheese we buy in France for less than $6.00 she pays $21.00 for back in the states, except the cheese we get in the states isn’t nearly as good.

This is what mushroom heaven must look like.

And here is cheese heaven.

They were filming a cooking show at the Dijon covered market.

An interesting way to decorate ones balcony.

Tom and Ilana said they wanted to see a chateau, so our next stop was Chateau de Commarin.  Lisa and I had been to Chateau de Commarin, but it had been some time since we last visited.  Unfortunately it was not one of our favorite chateaus to visit.  From the outside it looks impressive, but other than the kitchen we didn’t find it particularly interesting.  All I can say is, “Sorry about that Tom and Ilana.”

The entrance to Chateau de Commarin.

The massive wood burning stove.

The library.

A nice writing desk.

A queen size bed for the lady of the house.

– Tom Miller
Author of “The Wave”  and “When Stones Speak”– 
Chuck Palmer Adventure novels


About the Author:

Tom Miller graduated from the University of Southern California with a Bachelor of Science in Geology. He is a consummate adventurer with over 1,000 dives as a recreational scuba diver, and an avid sailor who has traveled 65,000 miles throughout the Pacific including the Hawaiian Islands. Miller has also cruised the canals of Europe on his canal barge and given numerous lectures on cruising the canals of Europe, as well as sailing in the South Pacific. Piloting is also an interest of Miller's, and He has completed over 1,000 hours flying everything from small Cessnas to Lear jets.