The Godard clan
There is no link that is stronger or more unbreakable than that of family. The link between family members is so powerful that it can be the source of both the greatest and the hardest of life’s journeys.
Our family is no exception to this rule. Like an invisible thread woven between generations, the love that unites us allows us to state loud and clear, from this moment forward, the fact that we belong, and that we have unfailing support among our members.
Nowadays, we are more than a family,
we are a clan.
of a clan
Our clan originated at the end of the 19th century, in the heart of Vallée de la Marne. Our great-grandparents, Georges Godard and Palmyre Anest, were the clan’s first representatives.
In 1920, they bought their first plot of vines. 12,000 square metres of land, which was christened Les Poulailles.
In 1922 they got married, and they had two children: Jacqueline (1925) and Maurice (1923).
In 1946, Georges died tragically. The family, having lost one of their own, would never fully recover. Maurice took over the business to help his mother.
From the 1950s onwards, Maurice and his wife Madeleine took a gamble on specialising in grapevines. At the end of the 1970s, the Godard clan could proudly claim two and a half hectares in the village.
Taking a stand
In the 1950s, solidarity was gaining more and more momentum. The weight of the great Maisons de Champagne was increasingly being felt, forcing winegrowers to lower their price per kilo for grapes.
Surrounded by about ten winemakers, Maurice and his friends took the decision to create the first cooperative in the village; a symbol of their commitment and their labour. It took seven years for the first harvest to finally be pressed, in and for Verneuil.
It was not until 1968 that my family created its own brand: Champagne Maurice Godard.
I, Laurent, always knew that I would take over my parents’ business one day. Ever since I was small, they had helped me discover their world, and this land.
Sitting on my mother’s bicycle, which took me there each day, I followed the evolution of the vine in accordance with the seasons, and the size of the harvests.
When I returned from the civil service, my father offered me a small area of land to plant my first vines. atiently, I planted 20,000 square meters per year, until I had more than a hectare.
My love for wine growing grew each year. In 1984, a law allowed the youngest winegrower to buy vines on the estate. I acquired 36,000 square metres, which I managed and planted at the end of the 1980s
Between my purchases, gifts from my parents and rentals, I found myself running a 5-hectare farm by the end of the 1990s.