He says this while standing near his terra-cotta kitchen experiment, which he had shipped to a second studio he now maintains in northwestern Majorca, outside the village of Sóller. It’s on a secluded acre or so of tree-knotted, coastal hillside that’s so steep the Balearic Sea looks almost vertical, like a sparkly blue scrim. Champsaur, who’s been visiting the island for nearly two decades, discovered this property in 2012, then spent four years persuading its Majorcan owners to sell, and just as many renovating it. The year he bought it, he went to a friend’s house for dinner in nearby Deià and met his wife, Catherine Baudet, 55, a French lifestyle journalist who now works as a medium, partly because of the energy she felt emanating from the surrounding Tramuntana mountain range — which the couple and other residents refer to as “Drama-tana,” for the moodiness it incites. “The mountain’s made of crystal, so it either chooses you or rejects you,” she says. “Do you feel well here?”