Before fleeing certain death at the hands of the rampant Catholic hordes, my forefather knelt before the grave of his old man in the cemetery in La Motte D’Aigues. There Pierre Joubert promised that «Notre sang Joubert continuera à travers les vigne de l’Afrique » (Our Joubert blood shall continue through the vines of Africa.)
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The last time I was this proud of a Joubert was when I read of my forefather Claude-Rives Joubert’s single-handed annihilation of seven camel jockeys outside Damiette, Egypt during the Fifth Crusade of 1217. This time, my chest swelled right here in 2015 where Schalk-Willem Joubert fronted the launch of the new Rupert&Rothschild tasting venue on the Simondium farm. Things were more peaceful that what Claude-Rives had to endure back then, but for Schalk-Willem it was a cometh-the-hour-cometh-the-man occasion.
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