Before our first cuvée was bottled, we encountered Madame de la Sablière.
In the 17th century, tea was often prepared with salt and saffron – a practice that could crack fine porcelain when boiling liquid met cold china. Sablière is credited with adding milk first, softening the shock and sparing the vessel.
A practical innovation, expressed as ritual.
But it was elsewhere that we recognised the spirit of the House.
Madame de la Sablière was known for hosting salons where poets, philosophers, scientists and artists gathered – conversations that moved freely between worlds.
Something happened in those rooms.
Not from any one voice, but in what passed between them.
That is what Sablière exists to serve.
Collective effervescence.
In her portrait, her dress is embroidered with flowing botanical forms – intricate, alive with movement. We took that gesture into the mark that now travels across the House – pressed into cork, embossed in foil, sealed in wax.
So the House carries her name.