The Prodigal Daughter
Châteauneuf-du-Pissed
In scenes described as Dallas-sur-Châteauneuf-du-Pape, Guy Arnaud and his daughter, Carole, have been fighting tooth and nail over an ancestral estate north of Avignon encompassing two prized wine domains.
…The feud began when Mr Arnaud, who owns one of the region’s largest vineyards, spread over the chateaux of Cabrières and Maucoil, decided to share out some of his land between his three daughters and their husbands while still alive.
Each daughter was due to get 17 hectares (42 acres) of vineyards, estimated to be worth up to €500,000 (£440,000) per hectare.
Two of the daughters were happy with the arrangement. But the third, Carole Perveyrie-Arnaud, decided the inheritance process was taking too long and that she wanted immediate access to her share to be able to cultivate it.
Sometimes it’s good to be poor and not to have such points of conflict.
Although I wouldn’t mind owning a winery…
Gads. I have enough of this crap in my wills classes.
I think French (civil law) makes it nearly impossible to disinherit children. What a shame, because it encourages behavior like this.
Skyler, don’t the Froggies still have that bit where everything is distributed automatically amongst all the kids? That’s why the parcels of land in the Burgundian vineyards are so insanely tiny.
That’s my understanding, but I’m not good on civil law.
In our common law system (and the multitudes of statutes that have evolved in the past 100 years, children tend to behave well regarding the parent’s property because the parent has a right to disinherit the children.
But if the deceased is intestate (has no will) then the children will generally not be disinherited and will likely get some portion of the deceased’s estate.
Bingster: Make sure you acquire a winery that specializes in “ice wine”, that way your assets will never be frozen.
So what happens meanwhile? They grow raisins? And why’s that guy in the painting on his knees? Is he praying to St. Franzia?
Ha! I was waiting for someone to mention that. Looks somewhat compromising doesn’t it?
Is that a cigar in his pocket…or is he just glad to see her?
This guy’s not named “Lear” is he?
St. Franzia? He of “make me a channel for your sleaze” wine?