She opened Pour. because she got tired of wine lists that read like law school.
Grew up in the back booth of her parents' bistro in Lyon. Pulled her first cork at eleven, mostly to impress an uncle. Moved to New York at twenty-three with a duffel bag, a corkscrew, and her grandmother's tarte recipe written on the inside of the lid.
Margaux can call a wine's region in under seven seconds from a single sniff. She is fastest on Burgundy, slowest on Spain, and refuses to play the game on Riesling because it “feels like cheating.”
“I do not care if you know the word terroir. I care that you know what you actually like, and that you can ask for more of it without flinching.”
It is the bottle that made her quit pastry school. She still keeps a magnum from the 2015 vintage in a closet, unopened, waiting for a reason.