A vineyard scattered through the Alps, clinging to lake shores and to the debris of catastrophe: the slopes of Apremont and Abymes grow on the rubble left when Mont Granier collapsed in 1248, one of the great landslides of medieval Europe. Vines here are ancient — writers of Columella's era already noted them — yet Savoie long remained a wine the mountains kept for themselves.
For most of the twentieth century it was poured by the carafe to skiers and rarely travelled further than the valley floor. The recent renaissance has changed the terms: old-vine mondeuse from steep sites and altesse from the best slopes are now treated as serious mountain wines, and a young generation is reclaiming the scattered crus one terrace at a time.