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Marisa Berenson, as Marchesa Luisa Casati, for The Rothschild Ball, Photo by Cecil Beaton, 1972.

Tribute to Marchesa Luisa Casati

The Rothschilds held a ball at their mansion in Paris, France, on December 12, 1972. The theme was surrealism, so it is no surprise that Salvador Dali was there. Audrey Hepburn was there, too.  And, of course, Baron Guy de Rothschild and his wife Marie-Helene. Helene Rochas, wife of fashion designer Marcel Rochas, was there.

Guests at her other balls included Yul Brynner, Brigitte Bardot, Gregory and Veronique Peck, Rudolf Nureyev, Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, Serge Gainsbourg, Jane Birkin, Cecil Beaton, Princess Grace of Monaco, Marisa Berenson, and the Duchess of Windsor.

2013 Domaines Barons de Rothschild Los Vascos Grande Reserve Carmenère

Feeling pretty proud of myself. Blackberries, black tea, fruit leather, and tobacco on the nose. You can really smell the Bordeaux influence (I wonder why, Rothschild?! ;-) ). Loads of blackberries and blueberries on the palate with tobacco, bay leaf, and dried green herbs. Cheers!

4/5 bones

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Carmenère

Colchagua, CHILE

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4,000 Houses for 4,000 Followers: No. 65:

Halton House, Buckinghamshire. 

Built by the brother of Baron Ferdinand de Rothschild and heavily influenced by the Baron’s Waddesdon Manor. 

Portrait of Donna Franca Florio (1901, restored 1924). Giovanni Boldini (Italian, 1842-1931). Oil on canvas.

Commissioned in 1901 by the sitter’s husband, Don Ignazio Florio, the portrait was significantly transformed by Boldini at the demand of Don Florio before he allowed it to be exhibited in Venice. Then in 1924, the artist returned the painting to his original conception when it was acquired by Baron Maurice de Rothschild following the financial failure of Don Florio.

2016 Los Vascos Chardonnay

Mmm… just hanging out with my bottle of Chilean unoaked Chard by a producer owned by the famous Domaine Barons de Rothschild Lafite. Loads of tropical fruit like pineapple on the nose with ripe apples and even banana. Meyer lemon on the palate with underripe pineapple and apples. 

3/5 bones

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Chardonnay

14% abv

Colchagua Valley, CHILE

Waddesdon Manor is a country house in the village of Waddesdon, in Buckinghamshire, England. The house was built in the Neo-Renaissance style of a French château between 1874 and 1889 for Baron Ferdinand de Rothschild (1839–1898). Since this was the preferred style of the Rothschilds it became also known as the Goût Rothschild. The house, set in formal gardens and an English landscape park, was built on a barren hilltop overlooking Waddesdon village. The last member of the Rothschild family to own Waddesdon was James de Rothschild. He bequeathed the house and its contents to the National Trust in 1957. Today, following an extensive restoration, it is administered by a Rothschild charitable trust that is overseen by Jacob Rothschild, 4th Baron Rothschild.

Did u guys ever see that newspaper article from like the 1800’s talking about how baron de Rothschild bought a huge tract of land where Israel is now located? If u care I’ll post a copy later when I’m not on mobile

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Waddesdon Manor is a country house in the village of Waddesdon, in Buckinghamshire, England. It is located in the Aylesbury Vale, 6.6 miles (10.6 km) west of Aylesbury. The house was built in the Neo-Renaissance style of a French château between 1874 and 1889 for Baron Ferdinand de Rothschild (1839–1898) as a weekend residence for grand entertaining.

The last member of the Rothschild family to own Waddesdon was James de Rothschild (1878–1957). He bequeathed the house and its contents to the National Trust. It is now administered by a Rothschild charitable trust that is overseen by Jacob Rothschild, 4th Baron Rothschild. It is one of the National Trust’s most visited properties, with around 335,000 visitors annually.[1] [x]

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“Diner de Têtes Surrealiste” that took place at the suburban Parisian mansion of Baron Guy de Rothschild and his ‘hostess with the mostess’, Marie-Helene de Rothschild. Only the crème de la crème of Parisian high society got an invite, but let’s rewind to 1972 and crash this hoity toity (if not a teensy bit fabulous) shindig.