Le Pin
At the heart of the Pomerol plateau, where iron-tinged clay and veins of gravel shift within metres, Le Pin is built like a whispered legend: a micro-estate of barely two hectares, divided into a handful of plots and planted essentially to Merlot. Every row is treated as a garden—hand picked, carefully sorted, and vinified in small lots so the parcel story stays intact.
Since Jacques Thienpont took the reins in 1979, scale has never been the point; focus is. Ageing follows a classical route in new French oak, long enough to shape texture and depth without masking the core of place. The wine’s scarcity is not theatre—it’s simply the consequence of the land and an uncompromising selection.
For those who want Pomerol without noise, this name offers a different kind of luxury: concentration, seamless tannin and a calm clarity born from soil, craft and patience.Le Pin
At the heart of the Pomerol plateau, where iron-tinged clay and veins of gravel shift within metres, Le Pin is built like a whispered legend: a micro-estate of barely two hectares, divided into a handful of plots and planted essentially to Merlot. Every row is treated as a garden—hand picked, carefully sorted, and vinified in small lots so the parcel story stays intact.
Since Jacques Thienpont took the reins in 1979, scale has never been the point; focus is. Ageing follows a classical route in new French oak, long enough to shape texture and depth without masking the core of place. The wine’s scarcity is not theatre—it’s simply the consequence of the land and an uncompromising selection.
For those who want Pomerol without noise, this name offers a different kind of luxury: concentration, seamless tannin and a calm clarity born from soil, craft and patience.
