Legend around Kprice and Klys

It was summer and the day had barely risen.rnThe heat rose and some flies began to dance.

Under a vine a grasshopper began to sing and it had nothing to do with the song of other cicadas. No, there was only singing to the sun it was intended. She has sung throughout the summer like other crickets, but it is by love that she has.

When September arrived, she was exhausted and parched throat. While everyone seemed to see the rain return, the sun has intensified. On a grape, a small drop fell. Seeing is a token of love, rather than to drink on his heart the grasshopper kept the small drop of grape juice that has fermented fermented fermented.

In early winter, this is not love but drunkenness prevailed. Thus occurred the first vintage of Clos Troteligotte.