ON THE CHEESE TRAIL
Chalky cliffs, rolling meadows and sleepy villages — the birthplace of triple crème
“Once upon a time, there was triple crème in Normandy,” said François Olivier, a fourth-generation cheesemonger in the Norman capital of Rouen, France. Standing beside the glass counter of his family-run fromagerie, opened in 1907, Olivier gestured at an impressive array of Normandy’s dairy products, like raw-milk Camembert and unpasteurized butter and cream from the region’s mottled Normande cows.
But was there a local triple crème, the cream-enriched cheese of my dreams, with a sky-high fat content (at least 75 per cent butterfat) and a milky-white, softripened rind?
No. The cheese that lured me to Normandy was nowhere to be found.
The French region of Normandy is a diverse expanse of coastal hamlets and chalky cliffs, rolling meadows and sleepy villages of half-timbered houses northwest of Paris. It had crossed my radar often, from the history of Joan of Arc’s demise and the D-Day beach invasions in 1944 to the tourist-brochure beauty of Mont St.-Michel.
But my curiosity about Normandy’s cheese was more recent, beginning in a Stockholm outpost of Androuet, a chain of specialty cheese stores. The original shop, founded in Paris in the early 1900s by the enterprising Henri Androuët, was among the first to source cheeses from across all of France. The shop in Stockholm does the same on a much smaller scale, and it supplied my first taste of the buttery triple crème known as BrillatSavarin.
“It’s from Normandy,” the Swedish cheesemonger had told me three years ago when I had just moved to the neighbourhood.
A half-truth, I later learned.
The triple crème’s story does indeed begin in Normandy, where it was created by the Dubuc family in the late 1800s. In the 1930s, Androuët rechristened it in honour of Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, the celebrated 19th-century epicure and fromage fanatic. Androuet’s website posits that Brillat-Savarin is the oldest creamenriched French cheese that is now industrially manufactured mainly in Burgundy.
So what is being produced from the Normande herds today? To find out, I spent a few blustery days at the end of January sloshing through the muddy back roads of central Normandy with a friend who also was prepared to eat her weight in raw-milk cheese.
Before the trip, in Paris, I stopped at Fromagerie Goncourt, an artisanal shop in the 11th Arrondissement, to talk to the owner, Clément Brossault, who possesses a wealth of cheese knowledge.
Fromagerie Goncourt carries the four Normandy cheeses with
AOC status (Appellation d’Origine Contrôlée, a legal guarantee of quality): Livarot, Pontl’Évêque, Neufchâtel and Camembert de Normandie.
All are soft cow’s milk cheeses that vary in shape and pungency.
The last, Camembert de Normandie, is among the most popular French cheeses — a funky, creamy, raw-milk cheese that bears little resemblance to the rubbery pucks sold in North American supermarkets. Recently, large dairy corporations have been swallowing up small producers in Normandy and elsewhere, threatening the future of artisan farmhouse Camembert and arousing strong feelings. A controversial agreement in February to allow pasteurized-milk Camembert to bear the same AOC status further fuelled the flames.
“To understand Normandy, it’s important to see that you have two sides,” Brossault said of the changing cheese landscape. “But the industrial side can be really good, too.”
I took him at his word and made our first stop in Normandy at Fromagerie E. Graindorge, a cheese-making factory and tourist attraction in the rural Pays d’Auge region. It was an easy hour-long drive from the city of Caen (after a two-hour train ride to avoid Parisian traffic) that took us through a patchwork of apple orchards and rural farms. Founded in 1910 as a family-owned operation, it was sold in 2016 to the multinational dairy corporation Lactalis. Today, the factory continues to produce the four AOC cheeses, along with some nonAOC and pasteurized varieties.
The commercial complex is surrounded by startlingly green farmland just outside the small vil-
lage of Livarot. It welcomes visitors with an educational centre and a self-directed tour through the factory that culminates with a tasting.
The tour begins with a short video about the fromagerie’s history (in French, with English subtitles) and continues through a glass passageway above the fluorescent production facilities. Peering through large windows, we spied workers in white aprons and hairnets in a vast milk-processing hall, various aging rooms and a testing lab. Farther along, square boxes of Pont-l’Évêque flew through a labyrinthine labelling machine. In another room, two workers deftly wrapped and hand-tied reeds around wheels of pungent Livarot, the traditional method to help the soft, washed-rind cheese retain its shape.
Exiting through the gift shop, we passed a large refrigerated case filled with Graindorge cheeses, four of which were cut into bite-size pieces for sampling. The cheeses varied in pungency but it was impossible to decipher the nuances; chilling cheese inhibits flavour. So I bought two wheels to sample later: an earthy raw-milk Camembert de Normandie and a slightly sweet, drier Camembert au Calvados made with local apple brandy.
The experience was altogether different the next day when we pulled up outside Fromagerie Durand, the only artisan producer of Camembert in the village — a handful of timber-frame houses clustered on a grassy hillside like a herd of grazing cattle — for which the cheese is named. Instead of a slick cheese-making factory, this was a get-yourboots-dirty farm; the cheeses made here are not only AOC, but also “fermier,” which means that all the milk comes from the farm’s own cows. The use of milk from a single herd rather than several results in cheeses with terroir and subtle differences that change with the seasons.
At Durand, there was also a self-guided tour of sorts, in the form of weather-worn placards nailed to the outside of the building that outlined the cheesemaking process. Through dusty windows, visitors could peek into the drying and aging rooms and watch workers filling Camembert moulds by hand. In the adjoining shop, we found the owner, Nicolas Durand, in muddy overalls and rubber galoshes taking a break to read the newspaper. During busier months, the fromagerie offers tasting sessions for visitors, but we contented ourselves with a Camembert de Normandie to go, a bold cheese with the aroma of its barnyard origins.
And so went our days, accumulating cheeses as we drove through the hills of the Pays d’Auge, past small-town war memorials and grand half-timbered manor houses on winding back roads dotted with signs for local Calvados and apple cider.
In the evening, the spoils were spread across a hotel coverlet: a Camembert or two, a square of mild Pont-l’Évêque, at least one bottle of cider and baguettes from a village boulangerie. Typically, we favoured the Camemberts — creamy and full of flavour — but an unexpected contender emerged when we tasted a Deauville, a rich cousin of the Pontl’Évêque with an orange-hued rind and a powerful aroma that belied its balanced flavour. By chance, we had plucked the Deauville from an office fridge at Fromagerie de la Houssaye, a small producer outside Boissey on a dirt road that was much too narrow to accommodate both my Opel rental and a steel tanker truck transporting milk.
On our final morning in Normandy, we headed north across the Seine to meet Charles Bréant, a dairy farmer, cheesemaker and one of the five brothers behind Camembert Le 5 Frères. At the end of a muddy road outside Bermonville, a town in the SeineMaritime département of northeastern Normandy, we stepped out of the car to an enthusiastic chorus of mooing.
Less than two years ago, Bréant began producing Camembert Le 5 Frères, a raw-milk farmhouse cheese, with milk from the family dairy farm.
“When we sell milk to industry, we decide nothing,” said Bréant, who apprenticed at Ferme du Champ Secret, one of the few farmhouse producers in Normandy making organic Camembert with raw milk from their own Normande cows.
The cheese’s colourful label — “5 Frères,” in large type above geometric wedges of royal blue and white — caught my eye later that afternoon at François Olivier’s cheese shop, where it stood out from the other packages of the traditional Normandy cheeses.
“It’s creamy and strong because it’s a farmhouse cheese,” Olivier said approvingly. So strong and deliciously funky, in fact, that I thought better of hauling that final Camembert with us on the return trip to Paris. Some things — like Normandy’s farmhouse cheeses — are best consumed at the source.