As I entered the property, previous rows of cypress bushes, I noticed two girls steer draft horses via the hilly winery, plowing the land as they’ve executed for hundreds of years right here in Provence. On a hilltop stood a shepherd surrounded by sheep. Among the many vines have been olive groves and umbrella pines above an unlimited valley. Our driver pointed to the vineyard within the distance, a silver tube within the coronary heart of the 600-acre Château La Coste property.