Why was it dark? The storm had stripped the south west of its electricity. Driving south west into the night, was like driving into an ear canal. There were few lights anywhere and I had the feeling that we could catapult from a roundabout into the ocean. But finally, we hooked a left turn down the road in Corbieres and worked up to Domaine Deux Anes into Magali and Dominque Terrier's home just above their old grenache vines. They were waiting for us with candles and couscous, somehow making a delicious meal with no juice. That night, I was so cold I slept with socks, hat and sweater, and in the morning, too cold to shower, we headed to the Millesime Bio tasting in Montpelier. Enough with the romance and preamble: wine coming up in the next post.