#louvet

Vatel, working on his “Charlotte de Corday et les Girondins”, was looking for someone who could evaluate the reliability of portraits of Barbaroux. Madame Letellier-Valazé offered her help. She was then eighty-one years old. In 1793 she was eight. She not only gave her opinion on various portraits but also shared some memories she still possessed.

“My father lived on Rue d’Orléans Saint-Honoré, 19. Every day several colleagues of him gathered in his house. I remember that Guadet, Gensonné and Barbaroux used to come most often. Sometimes came Louvet, as well as Pétion and Gorsas*.

Indictment of the Girondins (3 October 1793)

Acte d'Accusation against several Members of the National Convention, presented in the name of the Committee of General Security, by André Amar, member of this committee, On the 13th day of the first month of Year II of the French Republic, & in the old manner on 3 October. […]

There is a conspiracy against the unity and indivisibility of the Republic, against the liberty & security of the French people. Among the authors & accomplices of this conspiracy, are Brissot, Gensonné, Vergniaud, Guadet, Grangeneuve, Pétion, Gorsas, Biroleau, Louvet, Valazé, Valady, Fauchet, Carra, Isnard, Duchâtel, Barbaroux, Sales, Buzot, Sillery, Ducos, Fonfrède, Le Hardi, Lanjuinais, Fermont, Rouyer, Kersaint, Manuel, Vigier & others. The proof of their crimes results from the following facts. […]

You can find Amar’s full report on the indictment of the Girondins in the Archives Parlementaires, tome 75, p. 522ff.

„I've rushed to Pétion, where some of my friends gathered to find them peacefully discussing the decrees to be enacted weeks later. God knows what effort it took from me to release them from that safety! Finally I achieved that none of them would go to the already started session and that we would meet an hour after in a house where conspirators couldn't guess our presence.

Then I went promptly to the session. There I found Kervelégan, a deputy from Finistère. That brave man ran to the Faubourg Marceau to warn a Breton bataillon, which, fortunately, had been standing in Paris for several days. The bataillon remained under arms all night, ready to march to our aids at first request or ringing of a tocsin.

I was moving from one door to another, warning Valazé, Buzot, Barbaroux, Salles and many others. Brissot had gone to warn the ministers. The minister of war, brave and unfortunate Beurnonville had climbed over his garden fence and joined some friends of him in their patrol. After two hours of running in the dark night amidst my, so to say, assassins I returned to the place we had appointed. Pétion was absent. He would have placed himself in a great danger if he had stayed at home.

I'd returned for him, and his answer will paint him well. While I was urging him to follow me, he came to the window and opened it. Then, looking at the sky, he said: „It's raining. Nothing will happen.“ No matter what I said, he persisted in staying.“

Appearance:

A nice clarity, kinda looks like watermelon kool-aid

Pink like Himalayan salt

Is thin but also has a syrup-y candy-like quality

Aroma:

Weak and light

Has got an acidic juiciness

The hints of berries seem an awful lot like they’ve added “essence of penny candy”

Taste:

Very dry, very light, no aftertaste – just a little tingle

Mild hint of berries on the under-tongue

Surprising lack of sweetness with a quick sharp bite every couple of sips

Gentle tannins but because of lack of flavour they stick out

Final Thoughts:

“A failed attempt at a light and fruity wine by people (probably teenage girls) who’re like “Let’s make a rosé!!”

“There’s something better out there”

“It’s not good…I couldn’t say that, but as much as I think I should hate it, I only mildly dislike it”