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A Land Of Dreams

Tuesday, October 4th, 2011

Of all of Morocco’s major cities, the least predictable is Marrakech. It’s a combination of the hectic and the tranquil, the brash and the delicate, and the aggressive and the retiring. This split personality even extends to the geography of the city, which is a mixture of the old and new almost exactly – the medieval Medina, complete with souks and winding streets could not be a greater contrast with the so-called ‘French quarter’, which offers modern buildings and busy roads. The effect of arriving in Marrakech is simultaneously exhilarating, bracing and disorientating. The pace of life is as hectic as in any Western city, but in an entirely different register. Far from being ignored, visitors are treated as objects of enormous curiosity, whether to be welcomed, sold to, begged from or welcomed into the family.

The other thing about Marrakech that has become clear over the past few years is the rise and rise of the luxury travel market. With several airlines now flying here, it’s an easy spot for a weekend break.  Additionally, there are now numerous hotels that cater to the sybarite’s every need, offering everything from a completely Westernised experience of luxury to something altogether more authentic, if no less comfortable. One of the leading lights in the latter sphere is the uber-stylish Royal Mansour Hotel, situated a short distance from the main square, Djeema el-Fna, as well as the other highlights.

The vibe in the hotel is a synthesis between classic Moroccan chic, complete with stunningly painted and designed ceilings, traditional architecture and fountains, and something more contemporary. This is perhaps best expressed in the spa, which has one of the city’s most acclaimed hammams within it. Likewise, the restaurants here are considered to be some of the finest in Morocco, offering entirely different experiences whichever of the three – Moroccan, Mediterranean and French – you decide to head to.

If you decide to opt for La Grand Table Francaise, you’re in for a treat. Described by some as the finest French restaurant in Africa, it’s under the careful tutelage of three Michelin-starred chef Yannick Alleno, famous for his cuisine at Le Meurice in Paris. Unlike some places in Marrakech, which seek to offer French dishes with a Middle Eastern twist, the cooking here is both straightforwardly Gallic, and utterly excellent. The menu is short, but everything on it is cooked to perfection, whether it’s a starter of rich, sumptuous duck foie gras, main courses of tender veal or succulent sea bass, or decadent desserts using the freshest fruit available. The wine list is intelligently divided between surprisingly good (and very underrated) Moroccan wines, and French offerings for those who prefer to cleave a little closer to convention. A glass of 2000 Billecart Salmon to begin with was a particular joy.

Whatever your own path of travel, there can be little doubt that Marrakech offers just about every option under the (blazingly hot) sun. The Royal Mansour, in all its opulence and luxury, is about as sophisticated a means of assessing all the options as can be found in the city at the moment, and seems likely to remain one of the key destinations in the country for the foreseeable future.

Royal Mansour Hotel, Rue Abou Abbas El Sebti, Marrakech. www.royalmansour.com

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Excelsior: The Crash Pad of Cologne

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

I touch down in Cologne to a fanfare of Deutschland welcomes that pass straight over my head – I’ve totally forgotten that the only German I can stumble through is a mismatched rendition of ‘My Heart Will Go On’, taught to me by a friend during a game of beach bat in Cornwall.

So I resign myself to being a mute for the weekend, playing at passing myself off as a local, at least until tight lipped ladies start babbling at me and I’m – quite literally – lost for words.

But it’s no matter. I’m swept from the airport so seamlessly by my driver – though Eduardo is so pint-sized that I’m concerned he’ll not see over the steering wheel of his perfectly polished Mercedes, let alone reach for the pedals – that I slip into Cologne life all too easily.

All B&O speakers and massage chairs with four different settings, the Excelsior Hotel Ernst is looking special – and I’m yet to step out from the car.

My suite is such that I have to take five to decide what to do first; there is the pillow menu to pick from – spelt, cherry pit or horse hair? – a marbled bath with Jacuzzi jets, complimentary mini-bar, a fairly extensive walk-in-wardrobe – clothes, meet hangers – and the most spectacular view of Cologne Cathedral and the Roncallipatz, with excellent people watching potential.

But I’m torn from my fourth floor residence to Hanse Stube, all antique silver tea urns and cream banquettes, for a veritable feast of white asparagus – German, and thicker than my thumbs – langoustine, homemade truffles and white wine. The balance of French flavours and local influences is perfectly weighted, and the service under Sonja Winkels so seamless that she sashays between tables like a prima ballerina.

Taku is all feng shui feelings and fish tanks set into walkways. The lunch-time menu is succinct yet wealthy with choice and my red curry thronging with fresh fish. As at Hanse Stube, a huge tray of chocolates appears just when I’m fit to burst – here all Oriental in flavour and a nod to the consistency running throughout the hotel.

The Excelsior is a dream of a city crash pad; unbelievably central yet peaceful behind heavy drapes, refined yet relaxed enough for big breakfasts, drawn out dinners and cosy nightcaps. I’d excuse you for coming here and hiding out, but you’d be mad to miss the city that’s grown up around the hotel since 1863 – one without the other would be like sauerkraut without the sausage, or a Deutschlander without his lederhosen.

Over three days, Cologne unravels itself in the sunshine like a dot-to-dot of culture – cathedral to concert hall to art gallery to perfume museum to brewery and back again – linked by streets teaming with performers and a man tickling a grand piano on wheels who pops up wherever I go.

So I bob along, squinting without my sunglasses, resisting the temptation of the boutique Belgian quarter and keeping cool with jugs of Kolsch. I pass fruit carts and schnitzel stalls and an oompah band serenading the Old Town, and catch couples padlocking their love on the Hohenzollern Bridge – at once locking Cologne onto the map of must-see Europe.

This is a city with verve and panache of the kind fuelled by 75,000 students in one place and a widespread appreciation for the good life – that is, if the magnificent moustaches and locals of all ages gathering to glug €1,50 Riesling on Sunday evening, are anything to go by.

www.excelsiorhotelernst.com

TOTALLY YOUNIQUE

Friday, January 7th, 2011

Insider caught up with Marcus Tancock to discuss his latest venture, EM-N8, which plans to re-define the way we express ourselves.

Designing bespoke emblems, insignias, crests and logos that can be embossed, embroidered or laser-printed on a signature range of EM-N8 items, a visit to their showroom in Hong Kong is the first step on a road to defining brand you.

Insider: Where did the idea for EM-N8 come from?

Marcus: The idea came to me when I was sitting in a management meeting. Wearing my brand new Gucci shirt, I looked across the table and noticed that my IT manager was wearing exactly the same shirt – it was then I realised that with globalisation and the intense commercialisation of luxury brands, it was much more difficult to be unique.

Insider: How does the process work?

Marcus: After entering the showroom, you’re given a 30 minute interview including 20 questions to learn more about you and your history and influences and a visual quiz where you choose your favourite images and icons. The visual quiz covers everything from your favourite landscapes, interiors and art to patterns, fonts, colours and design eras.

From this, our designers can start work on producing up to eight logos from which you choose one or two. Then we tweak those until we’ve created something that you love! That part of the design process takes about six weeks. But after your interview, you go shopping in the showroom with our stylists to select your own, completely unique range of clothes and accessories.

Insider: We really noticed the quality of your items – everything from gorgeous cigar humidors, fashionable belts, completely customisable polo shirts and bespoke suits and shirts – how did your source your items? Is there anything you can’t put a logo on?

Marcus:  At this time, all of our products have been sourced in Italy and everything’s been picked so you can apply your logo to it…some love it wild and colourful, while others like it simple and subtle. We’re gradually expanding our network of artisans and spending time in Japan too. That said, sourcing is somewhat challenging for us as we’re not mass producing and we need to be able to order small and limited quantities for our few select clients.

Insider: What’s been the reaction from your first few customers?

Marcus: It’s wonderful to see the look on their face when we hit ‘bingo’ in terms of creating a super design for them. There’s a great connection and we call it their visual DNA! Also, when our customers come to the showroom for the first time and their faces light up as they really understand the concept – it’s brilliant. Our model is a first in the global market so it takes time for people to properly understand what we do.

Insider: What’s the most unusual request you’ve had so far?

Marcus:  To send the insignia as a JPEG to a tattoo artist.

Insider: You’re launching in January – what can we expect in the year ahead?

Marcus: Expect a wonder-filled year of creativity, plenty of new product development and the extension of EM-N8 in Shanghai and Beijing.

For more information on EM-N8’s bespoke services, please contact Quintessentially.

Sveti Stefan’s Villa Micočer

Friday, September 17th, 2010

The Villa Micočer, on the island of Sveti Stefan – along Montenegro’s Adriatic coastline – blends old European grandeur and contemporary style with the island’s historic charm. Surrounded by more than 800 olives trees, the island – a fortified fishing village dating back to the 15th century, and once the summer residence of Queen Marija Karađorđević – is ideal for those wishing to explore this iconic region’s notable wonders, mountains, pristine beaches and ancient monasteries, whilst relaxing in any one of the hotel’s exquisite suites.

These chic understated suites, of which there are 8, define what one might call ‘modern elegance’. Interior details boast parquet floors, fireplaces and silk accents; lending to the rooms a certain malleability – achieving at the same time, a clean airiness and simultaneously a warm hospitable intimacy. The spacious bathrooms have handsome Antico stone floors, free-standing bathtubs and wooden wardrobes, in addition to wrought iron balconies with views out over the sea and towards the splendid gardens.

Villa Micočer offers personal guided excursions to all the cultural attractions on this ancient island including boating on the Adriatic, visits to the World Heritage Sites – the Bay of Kotor and the serene Skadar Lake – in as well as trips to the romantic baroque cities of Perarst and Budva.

The in-house restaurant offers fresh and locally sourced ingredients, while the dining room and living room will most certainly exceed guests’ expectations with roaring open fireplaces, hand-loomed rugs and fine Italian linens.

Or why not retreat from the sun’s magnificent gaze on one of Villa Micočer’s sumptuous day beds, resting peacefully beneath the wisteria-covered colonnade.

Aman Sveti Stefan
Sveti Stefan 85315
Montenegro

Tel: (382) 33 420 000
Fax: (382) 33 420 222

Email: amansvetistefan@amanresorts.com

Peace and Tigers

Wednesday, September 15th, 2010

In Rajasthan, on the fringes of the Ranthambore National Park – set against the sublime backdrop of the Aravali hills – lies the serene wilderness camp of Aman-i Khás. Infamous for sightings of the near-extinct grand feline, the Bengal Tiger, Aman-i Khás offers guests an authentic Indian wilderness experience with the creature comforts of a premier 5 star hotel.

What better way to rejuvenate the senses and reinvigorate your lust for adventure than to wake up on a crisp morning, delighting in the wilderness that rests just outside the door of your luxury tent. With approximately 400 square kilometers of surrounding parkland, it’s home to some of the most dramatic landscape and extraordinary animal life on earth.

Ranthambhore is one of those rare places that can not help but reminds us of our roots, our position in the ecosystem, and most importantly – why we need to continue respecting and preserving these places of unimaginable beauty.

Aman-i Khás translates to “special peace” and to help achieve just that, the resort offers post-safari healing massages and a variety of yoga classes practiced outdoors, opposite a small lake underneath a canopy of trees. Tranquility radiates through the camp as evening arrives and guests are served dinner under the stars. The cuisine ranges from the finest Indian to a range of Western dishes, with the majority of the vegetables and herbs grown in the camp’s own organic garden. After dinner, it’s coffee or nightcap near the roaring outdoor fire; eavesdropping on the nocturnal calls of the wild.

Guests of Aman-i Khás are not only encouraged to experience prize predators at close proximity on guided safari excursions – there are a number of planned outings to experience life outside the camp. So whether you choose to delve headfirst into the culture and traditions of Rajasthanian culture by visiting the region’s forts or colourful rural villages; you can also visit shops and perfumeries located in the Old City.

Aman-i Khás
Ranthambhore
Rajasthan
India

Tel: + (91) 7462 252 052

Email:

aman-i-khas@amanresorts.com

Website: www.amanresorts.com

A Rebel’s Sanctuary

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

Hotel 4/5
Restaurant 5/5

Sanctum Soho is a pious affair for rock gods and movie stars. Or it’s a rebel’s lair, or one of those half-remembered dreams, depending on your state of mind. Launched by Mark Fuller of Iron Maiden fame, they’ve kitted out the rooms with so much boho love that trashing them would be like taking a bat to a limited edition Doors 7 inch. But I haven’t got to room 307 yet, with its many-mirrored columns and glass beaded wallpaper, pale pinks and satiny embers on the walls…

7.00pm. There is a Catholic sanctuary next door, and they honoured it when they put up those large gold letters at 20 Warwick Street. The coupling of Sanctum and Soho does wonderful things to the mind before you really know what you’re getting. You think of one of those chirpy Vegas haunts where love-struck Romeo’s get married. I look over my shoulder, and the girl who’s coming in with me is neither love struck, nor in need of a shiny rock. But I’ve promised her good food, and I’ve already handed out one too many compliments.

Daliesque paintings on the walls make my eyes reel as I pull her right into Restaurant No.20. It’s a phantasmagoria of crocodile-skin and slivers of purple glass with the whole bar reflected against bronze-gold leather banquettes. Dinner will be a healthy dose of fine art; the plates of veal and duck, the treacle tart and rose champagne are laid out on veneer tables, and one laughing Blonde applies lipstick as a rather stiff, sulky rock-god swills his glass. But dinners at Eight, and it’s only 7.23.

We had just been to see Nolan’s new movie, Inception. Time was in my mind, and time seemed to slow as we accelerated up to the roof garden on the Fifth. ‘You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling’ I say after considering an aperitif at dusk with a cigar and a copy of Le Monde.

This is first and foremost London’s last sanctuary for smokers, looking out over Soho the way I looked out through the mists of the Neva from the Hotel De L’Europe in Petersburg. The smoke curls through the cigar lounge, and rises above the al fresco Jacuzzi where I didn’t see Al Pacino shouting at the Plasma TV. But I did see some surreal black and white footage of some Nuns, and we ordered something dark in a glass, and I realized that positive emotion trumps negative emotion every time. It’s better to breathe oxygen than carbon monoxide – but that’s why the plants are there.

8:22. We order our starters. Baby Spinach and Cashel Blue Cheese Salad, Charcuteri Balsamic Red Onions and Walnuts; mid price range. Seriously – five out of five, or Helen of Troy to Agamemnon’s Clytemnestra –  such is how I compare the Redhead by my side with a girl I saw in the Roof Garden. The Redhead goes for Foie Gras Terrine and Grape Chutney. She is disappointed and leaves most of it. We don’t talk about it, but her glass of rose – Sancerre, La Croix 2008 – is empty, and our Sommelier/waitress looks upset when she fills it up. After trying the 30day Sirloin, my instincts heighten and I realize that the Redhead is smiling at the Barbary Duck Breast, and the Confit Duck Tortolloni has stuck itself between her teeth. High-five then, and a glowing review, especially after our stomachs are lined all pink and creamy with strawberry trifle. First one I ever tasted, and I’ll be damned if they didn’t put a bit of Rockafella JD in it, just to keep us neat.

9.40. Time ticking on and the night-manager Angelo shows us his best suite. It’s got a circular bed that Joss Stone slept in. Here’s the trick: iPod docks and soundproofed walls so you can leather the speakers. Wii consoles, rain showers, guitar amps, stand-alone baths with magic curtains; and he tells us that for no extra charge, a figure resembling a monk from next door will knock on your door at any hour you wish and shake up a Martini. It sounded absurd when he said it so nonchalantly-like, and then turned on his heels and we flew down the elevator shaft into a room full of bright blue armchairs and a monster cinema-screen on the wall. ‘They take private bookings… worked here a lot during the world cup’ he was saying, but Angelo suddenly reminded me of someone I met on holiday once. He had the same courteous smile, and the way he lifted his eyebrows and the way his eyes sparked like the bar cabinet behind him…

I waited for the dream to collapse; I always thought the Redhead was too good to be true…

I didn’t have that aperitif the next morning; the paper was in English; there was no swaggering out of the room of shimmering mirrors like Travolta (though I unconsciously quaffed my hair up). It was 11.38, and before I left, I spun a coin on the table, just to check I wasn’t still dreaming.

The Redhead wasn’t there anymore, and on the table, a silver box contained fragrant roses…

For reservations, please go to www.sanctumsoho.com.

20 Warwick Street, Soho, London W1B 5NF

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