A 19th-Century Château & Vineyard Kingdom in Occitanie’s Golden Hills

Beyond the wrought-iron gates, where the Malepère foothills roll like unfurled velvet under the Occitan sun, lies a domain of rare enchantment—a 19th-century château, its honeyed stone walls newly kissed by restoration, standing sentinel over 121 hectares of land that breathe with the rhythm of the earth. This is no mere estate; it is a living legacy, where AOP vineyards stretch in emerald rows across 70 sun-drenched hectares, their vines heavy with the promise of *Malepère* wines that carry the terroir’s whisper in every bottle. The air hums with the scent of wild thyme and ripe grapes, while 32 hectares of woodland—oak, pine, and chestnut—stand as a private cathedral of dappled light, their rustling leaves a lullaby for the soul.

The château itself, a masterpiece of preservation, unfurls across its parkland like a storybook vision: manicured gardens yield to a sparkling swimming pool, its waters reflecting the azure sky in perfect, unbroken privacy. Here, one might linger on the terrace at dusk, a glass of estate-grown rosé in hand, as swallows dip and soar over the vineyards below. Four exquisite apartments, each a sanctuary of stone and light within a restored outbuilding, offer turnkey elegance—their current tenants a testament to the domain’s allure, their rents a whisper of passive income amid the grandeur.

For the equestrian or the dreamer of pastoral mornings, 19 hectares of golden fields await, five of them cradling the park and a sturdy hangar, their soil rich with potential for a private paddock where horses might gallop against a backdrop of medieval Carcassonne’s distant turrets. Three vast hangars, their timber beams and stone walls standing resolute, house the tools of this land’s labor—agricultural equipment, meticulously maintained, available to claim as part of the domain’s beating heart. The vineyard’s machinery, a symphony of precision, may be yours for an additional €600,000, the key to seamless stewardship of this viticultural paradise.

Yet the true magic lies in what remains unwritten. The château’s halls, though newly renewed, still hold space for your vision—perhaps a tasting room where oenophiles gather, or a spa carved into the old cellars, where the cool embrace of stone soothes weary travelers. This is a domain that does not merely exist; it *invites*. It calls to those who hear the song of the south wind through the plane trees, who imagine their name etched into the legacy of *Malepère* wines, who seek a sanctuary where time slows to the pace of ripening grapes and golden afternoons.

Here, in the shadow of Carcassonne’s fairy-tale citadel, between the wild garrigue and the ordered beauty of the vine, a kingdom awaits—not just to be owned, but to be *lived*, in every sunrise over the hills, every harvest moon, every bottle uncorked in celebration of a life well-crafted.