The Bearded Man was just 10 years old when he started his first vineyard. Not only did they say he was crazy, they couldn't believe he could even lift the materials needed to get going. Still, this was Southern France in the 1800s, so nobody seemed to care all that much about what he was doing. Day by day, he got the supplies needed and built himself a small vineyard. He made sure that he didn't drink the wine he produced, since he considered himself to be underage. He'd bring over some local adults he trusted, and they'd guide his process until he made wine that was acceptable. He got pretty good at it, and before long, his wine was selling decently at local shops. It continued that way for the next several years. When people asked what kept him going, he said: "every night as I went to bed, I told myself - 'just one more night of darkness'", and kept his vision for his life plan in his mind. His vineyard would someday impress the girl of his dreams (which it did), and that was motivation enough for him. When he finally turned 18, he tasted his own one wine for the very first time. "Rancid garbage!!" He yelled, and burned it to the ground then and there.