One Mas, a swimming pool in a flowered and wooded garden
An authentic Mas Provençal in the heart of Provence and its 5 romantic and air-conditioned guest rooms, all decorated with the greatest care while maintaining a charming Provençal spirit.
It's a pleasure to come and relaxing in a romantic setting in the heart of Provence and to share the pleasure that Isabelle and Michel have had in welcoming you since 2010 to their 19th century Provencal farmhouse.
This old renovated farmhouse has 5 guest rooms on the first floor that can accommodate up to 14 people.
Each room has a parking space for one car inside the property closed by an automatic gate.
At the gates of the Luberon, in the heart of Provence, 15 minutes from Avignon and its famous Palace of the Popes, Isle sur la Sorgue and its antique dealers and the best vineyards of the Rhone Valley, you will find within a radius of 30 km around the Mas des Arômes a multitude of things to discover. Isabelle and Michel will be happy to share their little secrets and their love for the region with you.
In a cocoon formed by Avignon and its city of the Popes, Isle sur la Sorgue, a fishing village with its antique dealers, Entraigues sur la Sorgue and its belonging to the Comtat Venaissin, the Mas des Arômes welcomes you under the benevolence of the Mont Ventoux and the Dentelles de Montmirail as well as the perched villages of the Luberon.
What could be more delicious than a nap by the pool in Provence, lying in a deckchair sheltered by a tree and lulled by the song of the cicadas?
Back from your daily walks, the Mas des Arômes invites you around its swimming pool* where you will enjoy refreshing yourself.
(*) Dimensions 10 m x 5 m, depth of 1.40 m over its entire surface and protected by an electric curtain - heated by the sun's rays where the temperature often reaches 30° during summer.
"To make a garden, you need a piece of land and eternity"... To make you enjoy it, a Mas Provençal and a bed and breakfast in Provence.
There is the first glance, the azure, the heat of the south of France, the green of the olive tree, the bluish mauve and the delicacy of the lavender, the warm and lively colours of the laurels, the softness of a budding fig, the brightness of the irises, the red of the poppy, then comes the song of the Cicadas, the scents of the sap of pines, of cypresses, of yew of Provence, the song of birds, of the blackbird, then comes the melody of crickets when the sun sets and then the subtle and perfumed smell of thyme and rosemary, of lemon verbena which embellishes the evening infusions, and to finish, the smell of the earth and the morning dew.