A House. Some Grapes. Lots of Love.

Hi! I’m JANÉA

A little blue guesthouse tucked into the hills of Alsace, France.
Surrounded by vineyards, cradled by gentle slopes,

softly nudged awake by time itself—it sounds like a French love chanson,

but really, that’s just my everyday life.

You want to know how I came to be?

I’m the result of a story that stretches across languages,

cultures, and rows of grapevines.

My creators are Melinda, a traveler from Taiwan

who’s wandered through the world with her soul wide open,

Bernard, an Alsatian winemaker who basically grew up

drinking grape juice straight from the barrel.

Back in 2019, they poured their dreams into something real.

That was me.

Built by a romantic dreamer and a down-to-earth winemaker,

I’m like a glass of wine you didn’t expect to love—

but somehow, it’s just right.
I’m not a tourist hot spot.

I won’t be in any “Top 10 Must-Sees.”

But I do have the seasons:

In spring, dreams whisper at your window.
In summer, the breeze carries your worries far away.
In autumn, the air gets tipsy with wine-scented comfort.
And winter? Winter just sits beside you in silence.

The wind blows through vineyards

brings with it the scent of sun-warmed leaves…

And sometimes, pieces of life you’ve been quietly trying to escape.
No one will stop you. Everything here takes its time—

just like good wine.

So, if you’re looking for a place to breathe again,

or just a change of view to watch the stars and listen to the wind speak,

I’ll be right here, on a hillside in Alsace,

quietly waiting for you to find me.

I Have Landscape. You Have Story.

I am JANÉA.

I have the landscape. You bring the story.

Here, the scenery isn’t just background noise

It’s an invitation.

Each leaf quietly waits for your attention.

Every beam of light is just looking for someone to sit down and notice it.

I believe everyone deserves a moment to slow down.
Not to run away, but to come back to themselves.

With me, there’s no need to rush

Time slows down for you. The air exhales with you.

You don’t need to perform, or "make the most of your stay."
You just need to sit, breathe, and forget your to-do list ever existed.

I don’t collect crowds. I collect quiet poetry.

My walls are built from landscapes. My roof catches clouds.
Sunlight spills through my windows like freshly poured white wine

Clear, soft, and a little bit magical.
At night, crickets and stars keep you company.
By morning, it’s birdsong—not alarms—that gently wakes you.

Some stories don’t need to be told out loud.

You can just sit here, eyes on the hills, clouds drifting by.
That moment—unhurried, undisturbed—

is where the purest memories are made.

I’m not just a stop along the way.

I’m the place your soul goes when it’s tired of performing.

A soft, quiet winery where your spirit can rest, refill,

and ferment into something gentle and whole.

So come.

Leave your story here. Let it breathe in this landscape—

and slowly, beautifully, begin to age.