La Percée du Vin Jaune – Another Winter Wine Fest

The diocesan bishop of Saint-Claude in France’s Jura region stands facing his flock, which is packed sardine-style into the tiny twelfth-century church of Montigny-les-Arsures. Arrayed in a semi-circle behind him are members of the honourable company of Les Ambassadeurs des Vins Jaunes, resplendent in primrose-yellow robes and floppy fur-edged hats. In front of the altar sits a small wine barrel, awaiting benediction.


After a spirited sermon in which the bishop draws elegant parallels between the qualities needed to make good wine and those required of a fine upstanding Christian, he blesses the barrel. It is then hoisted onto the shoulders of some strapping young vignerons and carried through the streets to the château of Montigny, where beneath fluttering snowflakes a huge crowd huddled under hoods and umbrellas listens, with only occasional heckling, to a series of florid speeches. Finally the barrel is ceremonially broached, the wine bursts forth, glasses are waved wildly in the air and the festival is declared open.


This is the annual Percée du Vin Jaune [the 2019 festival takes place 2-3 February in Poligny] when the Jura, one of France’s smallest wine regions, proudly unveils the new vintage of vin jaune, its most celebrated wine. Made from the distinctive Savagnin grape according to a process akin to that used for making sherry, the wine has slumbered in a barrel in the corner of the cellar beneath a protective veil of yeast for over six years. Once ready to be bottled, it is drawn off from beneath its veil, transferred into stubby little pint-sized bottles called clavelins, labelled and released onto the market.

Some vin jaune will be squirrelled away in cellars where it can live to a grand old age (a 1928 bottle went under the hammer at €720 at the 2015 auction of old bottles; even higher prices are promised for this year’s auction) but much will be uncorked as soon as released. Typically the wine is sipped alongside a pungent hunk of aged, salt-speckled Comté, or used to enrich the legendary sauce au vin jaune et aux morilles in which Bresse chickens are wont to bathe.


Many people expect vin jaune to be sweet. In fact it is shockingly dry – think manzanilla sherry rather than tawny port. Seasoned tasters invoke spicy, nutty flavours and praise its structure, complexity and longevity. Vin jaune virgins are more likely to pull a funny face, like the Yorkshireman on holiday on the Costa del Sol upon meeting his first olive. They are caught off guard by its dryness, and find disconcerting hints of curry, resin or boot polish. It’s definitely an acquired taste.

While the Percée is a (fairly) serious affair in which the new season’s wine is honoured by the bishop and introduced to an expectant audience, it is chiefly a pretext for a joyous winter street party. I join milling crowds bussed in from all over the Jura, plus many more who have made the trek from Lyon, neighbouring Switzerland, Belgium, with a handful from the UK, the US, Japan, and China. Everyone is swaddled in warm clothes (“how about holding the Percée in summer?” suggests one frozen festivalgoer), some wear full fancy dress, others have mad hats, all are bent on having fun, sampling and buying wine from the 70 wine growers whose stands are dotted liberally around the village.

The entrance fee buys a 120-ml glass and a booklet of 10 tasting tickets, so it’s quite possible to put away 1.2 litres of wine between midday when the festival opens and 6 p.m. at closing time (and many do). Happily, leaving the event under your own steam is not just discouraged, it’s impossible. Fleets of shuttle buses ferry people in from neighbouring villages and towns, a precaution designed partly to keep cars out of the small towns and tiny villages that play host to the festival (the venue changes every year), partly to keep well-lubricated merrymakers from taking the wheel afterwards.

While it would be an exaggeration to say sobriety is the order of the day, the Percée is famously good-humoured rather than rowdy, a popular festival in every sense (over 30,000 visitors every year). As I set off back to the car park in search of my bus, arms wrapped around a precious carton of wine, a band of unsteady revellers hold out their – by now – empty glasses. “Sorry”, I grin, “no corkscrew.” “Pas de problème”, they reassure me, give me their benediction and wave me cheerfully on my way.


[A version of this article appeared first in FT Weekend as Postcard from the Jura]

The 2019 Percée du Vin Jaune takes place 2-3 February in Poligny,

Sue Style was a guest of Les Ambassadeurs des Vins Jaunes

2 thoughts on “La Percée du Vin Jaune – Another Winter Wine Fest

  1. Hello Sue, We love Vin jaune. If we could arrange with our commun friends, I tour in autumn with you could be most interesting. Perhaps some Swiss friends would join. Regards from deep winter in Klosters. Ursula

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