The other southwest: not one vineyard but a constellation of ancient ones — Cahors, Madiran, Gaillac, Jurançon — many of them older than Bordeaux, which for centuries throttled their river trade with its police des vins, holding the upstream barrels back until its own wines had sold. Jurançon was poured at the christening of the infant Henri IV in 1553, a story every grower there still tells.
What survived that long shadow is a conservatory of grapes found nowhere else: Tannat at Madiran, Fer Servadou, the Mansengs of the Pyrenean foothills, Malbec in its Cahors homeland long before Argentina borrowed it. Scattered from the Lot's causses to the mountains, these appellations now trade on the very singularity that once kept them obscure.