Chateau des Fleurs

A deep, lacquered red runs through the house, and somewhere between old lacquer boxes and worn leather bindings, it feels like it has always belonged to places where privacy matters. Gold appears where it makes sense – on the edge of a mirror, in the curve of a doorknob, along the rim of a glass. Never showy, always intentional. Everything else is softened by shades of bone and stone. Warm, quiet, and restrained. Together they simply belong. The land stretches beyond the house, toward stables that have long been part of its rhythm, and horses move through the grounds freely. It’s a place brought back by two women with an eye for what should be kept and what could be revived – buying it as a restoration of a life they both believed still had value.

There’s also the soap collection that was never intended as a product. It started as something made for the rooms, for guests to take home with them. A few bars, made with clean local ingredients and the same attention to detail found everywhere else here. Light earthy scents and simple packaging.