A 22-acre Italianate manse in the tony heart of the Berkshires, with French gastronomy restaurants that are nothing short of la perfection.

A new build. The 19-suite room was originally built as a private home in 1893 as a wedding gift from tycoon Henry H. Cook to his daughter, Georgie, who wed a Spanish Count.

The architects that originally built Wheatleigh had a delicious muse: a 16th century Florentine palazzo. All the dramatic grandeur of the Gilded Age era remains (sky-high ceilings and intricate woodwork), paired with modern musts, including Matouk linens, a deep DVD library, and zippy high-speed internet. It’s well-worth treating yourself to a Junior Suite; they’re fitted with antique soaking tubs, ornamental fireplaces and Bang and Olufsen BeoVision 7-40 Entertainment Systems—though we’d wager you’ll spend most of your time looking at the postcard-worthy view of the Berkshire mountains beyond your arched windows. Oenophiles won’t want to miss this place; their list of bottles is longer than a small town phone book, with everything from Vine Hill Vineyard’s Kistler chardonnay to Puligny-Montrachet’s Olivier Leflaive Burgundy.

You adore a good garden; these manicured grounds were designed by none other than Frederick Law Olmstead, the man behind Central Park.

Sitting overlooking floor-to-ceiling windows that peep out on a rolling expanse of green, you’re not sure you could get any happier. And then: your waiter brings you your second course: Acquerello Risotto with sunchoke, local carrots and black truffle. It’s perhaps the best thing you’ve ever eaten. Until, that is, the jackfruit brulee arrives. The Belinda Carlisle song was right; heaven really is a place on earth.

- The Dining Room

- Wine cellar