In Uberach, the village “beyond the water,”
Their hearts stirred by the storied past of its terroir,
My men have beguiled the soil
Into becoming my homeland, Alsace.
Throughout the years, many a generation of distillers
Have passed their time patiently, allowing Nature to take her course,
Ripening the fruit, malting the barley,
And they work in harmony with her slow rhythms.
Imagining the unique bottles to come, the one-in-a-million,
Taking tasting to a new dimension.
A pendulum swinging between the old ways and the new,
Swimming against the tide of trends,
Cradled by the passing seasons,
This is the rhythm of my life,Distillerie Bertrand.