A 12th-Century Château Whispering Between Vineyards & Time

Nestled in the golden embrace of Lussac-Saint-Émilion, where the earth hums with the secrets of Bordeaux’s most revered terroir, this 12th-to-17th-century château rises like a sonnet carved in stone. Three hectares of whispering oaks, mirror-like ponds, and sun-drenched gardens cradle a sanctuary where time moves to the rhythm of rustling leaves and the distant chime of Saint-Émilion’s bells—just fifteen minutes hence, yet worlds apart.

Cross the threshold into a hall where six centuries of history linger in the cool kiss of ancient limestone. The double salon unfurls before you, its vaulted ceilings catching the honeyed light of Aquitaine’s afternoons, while the formal dining room awaits evenings alight with candle glow and the clink of crystal. Here, the kitchen—a realm of quiet industry—stands apart, its modern grace hidden behind timeless elegance, just as the arrière-cuisine promises space for the artistry of a private chef.

Ascend the time-worn staircase to three suites on the first floor, each a sanctuary of hushed luxury with their own baths, where morning sun spills across original beams and the scent of lavender drifts through open casements. A fourth chamber waits, intimate and serene. Above, the second floor reveals a final suite, a secluded aerie where the views stretch over your own domain—vine-kissed hills rolling toward the horizon.

But the château’s magic does not end within its walls. Six gîtes, tucked into the 490m² of dependencies, offer haven for guests or the promise of income, each a storybook retreat of exposed stone and wrought-iron charm. The 130m² spa, a temple of tranquility, beckons with the murmur of heated waters and the scent of eucalyptus, while the ancient chapel—now a 100m² reception hall with a chef’s kitchen—stands ready to host evenings where laughter and music twine beneath its sacred arches.

Beyond the wrought-iron gates, Bordeaux’s pulse is but 45 minutes away: the grandeur of Place de la Bourse, the hush of Mérignac’s private terminals, the world at your fingertips. Yet here, in this timeless enclave, you are sovereign of a legacy etched in stone and vine, where every dawn gilds the towers anew and every dusk paints the étangs in liquid gold. This is not merely a home; it is a kingdom of the senses, a living tapestry where history breathes and the future awaits your touch.