You have to take the road that winds from the plain, climb gently through the fields, and it is only at the last detour that the village of Orschwihr reveals itself.
There, bluffed in the hollow of the valley, he let himself be discovered as a well-kept secret, protected by the benevolent round of the hills.
From the outset, we feel that this village is not like everyone else. The gaze clings to it, caught by the curve of the landscape, by this impression of cocoon formed by the vines in amphitheatre. Here, the relief is not simple decor: it envelops, it houses. It imposes a form of silence. An inhabited, deep, contemplative silence.
The vines cling to the slopes with stubbornness. Nothing flat here. In this close, intimate geography, the work of winemakers takes on another dimension.
Orschwihr imposes a form of fullness.
The Vineyard seen from above
Pfingstberg
Opposite the Luft of the Bollenberg, the hillside of the Pfingstberg slowly unfolds south-east, like a page facing the light.
Place named Lippelsberg
Under the solemn heights of the Pfingstberg extends a softer, more peaceful land tongue: the Lippelsberg.
Place called Buchrod
At the end of the hillside, where the vineyards seem to touch the plain, the Buchrod stretches in silence.
Luft location
On the west side lies the Luft. A separate place, whose geology contrasts with its neighbours.
Sonnenglanz
Neuberg
Bollenberg Hill
