It was in the Maures forest that I picked my chestnuts. You can also call them chestnuts, they're the same fruit! While monitoring the embers of my stove, I hear them hissing through the holes in the pan, ready to wriggle in my cone. To forget the cold night, long live the castagnade, I don't know anything better!
Made in France in Aubagne by hand
Composition: Clay
size 7cm