The Genesis of a Passion
My first memory is one of desire: I can still see myself as a child, craning my neck towards the kitchen cupboard my mother guarded like a treasure chest. That's where the chocolate lived. The fascination with those deep, rich flavours never left me; it has only grown stronger with the years.
The kitchen has been my playground from an early age. For years I explored the mysteries of the stove, but my true calling revealed itself later, in the refined world of desserts and pâtisserie. Friends and family became willing accomplices in this culinary quest, and their enthusiasm fanned the flames even higher.
It was during this period, as a passionate hobby in my spare time, that the desire grew to give my intuition a solid foundation. I decided to immerse myself in the art of chocolate, driven by the wish not merely to create, but to truly understand.
My quest for knowledge first took me to Turnhout, where I learned to decipher the secret language of chocolate. Then I refined my craft at PIVA in Antwerp, where the worlds of pâtisserie and chocolate fused together for me. These studies gave my passion a foundation of technique and precision, but the true soul of my work remained rooted in that first, uninhibited exploration.
The Workshop
Where Passion Finds Its Home.
Hour, the village where silence reigns and the seasons set the rhythm, had long been my home. My chocolate journey began back in 2016. For several years it was a passionate pursuit, growing steadily alongside everyday life. In 2024, I created here, surrounded by nature and tranquility, the space that is essential to my craft: a workshop where time and attention are the primary ingredients.
Exceptional chocolate cannot be hurried. That's why I deliberately work in small batches. Each praline, each bar receives the undivided attention it deserves. I work primarily to commission, which opens up a world of bespoke possibilities. Without the pressure of mass production, with only the luxury of perfecting each creation before it leaves my hands. Here, the tyranny of the clock holds no sway, only the luxury of devotion.


