A Toast to Twenty Years of Whispering Angel
We won’t whisper. Not today. Today we sing—loudly, joyfully, a little off‑key perhaps—because Whispering Angel turns twenty. I still remember that night as if Provence itself pressed it into my memory. It was 2 July 2016, and I was gliding through the warm, inky darkness in a borrowed car, heading toward Château d’Esclans. The occasion: