Collection: Wine, Art & Gastronomy (Reproduction)

Each of us tried to peel off the collar of a large bottle, to shape the tin between our fingers, to play with its smoothness. In the best case, the emblem, rolled into a hard and compact mass, fell back into its state of raw, inert material.

Then Puvis came. He also gave in to the temptation to prolong the pleasure of the palace by undressing the famous necks. And his fingers, much bolder than ours, to caress the “dive” material. Then the ribbon came to life, the metal flew away to unfold the most intoxicating masquerade before our stunned gazes. Thus was born his divine comedy.

All dressed in lead. Sculpted in the jubilation that follows the last sip. These cheerful fellows in the colors of the great wines are to the imagination of the cellar what our tin soldiers are to the phantasmagoria of battles.

Favorite figurines of oenophiles who love fine arts, they conquer the enchanted world of collectors.