Château Cavignac: A 19th-Century Jewel Between Vine & Sky

Just thirty-five minutes from Bordeaux’s golden light, where the Garonne’s whispers still linger in the air, **Château Cavignac** rises—a 19th-century masterpiece reborn. Behind its protected façade, time unfurls in sunlit halls where blond parquet gleams under soaring ceilings, and an imperial staircase of stone spirals upward, each step echoing with the quiet grandeur of another era. Here, history breathes in the delicate tracery of moulures, in the crackle of a fireplace anchoring a vast *salon* where evenings dissolve into wine-stained conversation. Five chambers await, including a *suite parentale* that opens directly onto a terrace kissed by southwestern sun—50 square meters of limestone and sky, where breakfast becomes a ritual beneath the dappled shade of ancient oaks.

The château’s soul extends beyond its walls. Two pools—one a Balinese stone oasis, 10 meters long and open to the heavens, the other a heated sanctuary swathed in glass—promise respite year-round. The covered pool’s adjoining *salle de sport* hums with possibility, while a wine cave, deep and cool, cradles vintages as precious as the moments they’ll accompany. Beyond, a 364-square-meter domaine unfolds: a *maison de maître* with its own terrace, where a spa-worthy *salle d’eau* and three generous chambers (one a parent’s retreat with dressing room) offer sanctuary. The old *chais*, now four discrete apartments with no overlooked vistas, whisper of income as effortless as the breeze through the vines.

And then there is the promise of what’s to come. A second house, 180 square meters of raw potential—35 of them a covered terrace where future dinners might stretch into star-lit hours—waits to be shaped by your vision. Each dwelling stands sovereign, with private access, allowing for separation or symbiosis as desire dictates. This is a property that gives: a family legacy, a revenue stream, a life lived between the quiet dignity of oak-barrelled *chais* and the wild edge of the forest, where Laruscade’s skies will soon hum with the *Flying Whales* dirigibles—a bold future rising just beyond the vineyards.

Here, in Cavignac’s gentle ascent, between Bordeaux’s sophistication and the untamed soul of Nouvelle-Aquitaine, energy efficiency (Classe B/A) meets old-world romance. The air carries the scent of pine and fermenting grapes; the light slants gold through windows that have watched a century turn. This is not merely a home—it is a canvas. A **900-square-meter symphony of stone and light**, where every detail, from the heated pool’s steam to the *cuisine aménagée*’s marble counters, sings of a life lived in deliberate beauty. The question is not whether you will fall in love, but how soon you will arrive to claim it.