The Wheat of Virgin Spaces

After a week distilling in Pontarlier, we spent our final night in the region at Le Soliat, an isolated fondue hut perched at the end of a dirt track on the edge of the Creux du Van precipice, high in the mountains above Couvet -  a magical place, where the spirit of La Fee Verte vibrates in the mist, and the names of absinthe makers a century ago share space on the smoke stained timbers with those of a more recent vintage…