Let’s start with the vibe:
Sun’s hot, air smells like rosemary, and your golf cart glides through pine trees like it’s on rails. You’re surrounded by those golden Provencal hills, birds doing their melodic thing, and somewhere in the distance — a villa. Or five. Welcome to Var region, baby.

Two 18-hole courses here: Le Château and Le Riou. Château’s the main show — long, bold, beautiful. Le Riou is more technical, more compact, and, oh — only open to hotel guests. (Yea, it's that kind of place.)

The course itself? Dreamy, but also a bit mean.
The layout’s tricky in a charming French way. Narrow fairways, sneaky elevation changes, and greens that laugh in your face if you try to play safe.
You’ll think “ah, this hole looks chill,” then suddenly you’re in a bunker so deep it feels like a wine cellar. I personally lost four balls and found five, so technically... came out ahead?

Hole 6? Stunning. Open tee shot, then it drops away like a theatre curtain revealing a lake.
Hole 13? Drama. Elevated tee, trees breathing down your neck, and wind that pretends it’s helping. It’s not.
Hole 18? Bring a camera. You’ll need it — if not for the view, then to record your emotional breakdown after three putts.

Course condition? Flawless.
Fairways roll like velvet. Greens are quick but not unfair — if you read them right (I didn’t). And the bunkers… so clean you kinda feel bad digging them up.

Now let’s talk wine.
There’s a cart bar. No joke. Little mobile thing with chilled rosé, sparkling water, and snacks. You wave it down between holes like you’re in Saint-Tropez. And after the round? The clubhouse terrace. Sit down, order a glass of something local, maybe a croque monsieur, and just exist for a while.

Staff’s super pro, but not stiff.
You’ll get “bonjour’d” at least 12 times and somehow feel cooler for it. It’s all très chic without being annoying.