Pech d’Andre winery

Pech d’André winery

Mireille and Philippe welcome you all year round at Domaine du Pech d´André

With the slogan: "Local wines with a rural and joyful soul!"


In a typical landscape of the Minervois, in Azillanet,
just 5 minutes from the campsite,

follow the avenue of centuries-old olive trees and you will arrive at Pech. Since 1701, ten generations of André’s family have cultivated this place naturally in the expression of its terroir.

For the harvest and the vinification, ancestral know-how and a constant search for the most accurate expression of our terroir are combined,
the estate is also labeled "organic",
to develop a full range of elegant wines in their traditional cellar. and aromatics, which you will find at the campsite bar and grocery store.

The south-facing vineyard of Pech, with its soils made from tertiary limestone composed of sandstone and marl, is ideal for growing vines.
This terroir of Minervois known as "Mourels" is one of the earliest and hottest in the Minervois, between the Causses and the Serre d’Oupia which rises to nearly 300 m altitude.

For generations, they have chosen to cultivate uniquely Mediterranean grape varieties ...
grape varieties that rub shoulders with drought because the rains are low and the temperatures very high in summer.

The vineyard, called jardiné, was planted between the scrubland, in places where the vines could take root. Thus, on the 40 hectares of the domain, the vineyard extends over 28 hectares, 19 of which are AOC Minervois.

The Domaine’s grape varieties:
Bourboulenc, Clairette and Maccabeo for the white wines.
Carignan, Syrah, Grenache, Cinsault, Picpoul Noir and above all magnificent Mourvèdre ... but also Alicante and Aramon from 1953.

Each plot, according to its character, transmits the strength of this land.
It gives fruits which speak above all of the air: from the Cers, a cold, dry and often so violent north-west wind which dominates, while the Marin, the Mediterranean wind, carries them the humidity of the shores which makes so well ripen the Mourvèdre ...