Picture this: you’re driving through the French countryside in the height of spring. While the sun beams down, the air is cut through with the soundtrack of an idyllic provincial morning; bees buzzing, church bells chiming and the clip of tyres over cobblestone roads. Then, as your car peels around winding corners, neat hedges abutting, a vision rises before you: a pink monolith, standing in the middle of a field.
Domaine de la Rose is the name – a sweet, fitting name – of such a vision. Domaine de la Rose, situated in Grasse in the south of France, is
