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Late January. Pruning, in the cold, badly at first. The quietest and, most members say afterwards, the best one.
43°54′11″N 5°12′46″E / 412 m
A working farm before it was a classroom, and still more the former than the latter. Eighteen hectares under vine on the north face of the Luberon, a stone mas from 1782, and eleven beds. Members come for ten days at a time.
We bought it with retained earnings, not a raise, and we say so because the number matters more than the view. It is a member asset. Nobody at Wifi Wealth owns a holiday home paid for by your subscription.
A day, in full
People arrive expecting a spa with a wine list. By the second morning they have secateurs in their hands at seven and a deal memo due at four. Almost everyone asks to come back.
See the residenciesOpen to every member, billed at cost and itemised. Travel is not included and we will not pretend otherwise.
Late January. Pruning, in the cold, badly at first. The quietest and, most members say afterwards, the best one.
Late May. Flowering, long light, the first swim you don't have to be brave about.
September. Harvest. Fourteen-hour days, purple hands, and the single best table of the year on the last night.
November. Blending, tasting, and the annual review: your four numbers, twelve months on, in front of everyone.
The garage
There is a garage under the new wing with three grand tourers in it, and members may take them out. This is the most obviously indulgent thing we own and we are not going to be coy about it.
The rule is the only one that matters: you take it somewhere. The coast road at six in the morning, the Gorges du Verdon, dinner in Aix. Nobody has ever been allowed to photograph one in the drive and post it. That is not what they are for.
Standard, Article V, own the thing