Georges

The soil makes the tree, the tree produces the apple, the worm eats the apple, the apple rots, falls to the ground and goes back to the soil…

Well now, I meet someone much more cunning who, at a given moment, picks the apple and makes it into cider: a Breton man who, one fine day, decided to grow varieties that tended to be forgotten, varieties that, through lack of yield, had left our fields: Georges thinks in a different way, he thinks quality, he thinks of respecting nature, he thinks good. After you’ve eaten apples, well, now drink them!