The Bulgari team takes a victory lap with this south-coast marvel, a study in outlandish extravagance in villa-sized bites. The cliffside infinity pool might as well be the genre’s blueprint. Of course there’s a helicopter shuttle.
It’s a converted palace once home to Napoleon III. You reach your opulent suite via an arcade lined with Doric columns and a grand staircase, complete with period marble busts. Needless it to say, it’s fit for an emperor.
Luxury hospitality as we know it owes everything to this groundbreaking shrine to Edwardian excess. Renovated with archaeological reverence and precision, this London jewel simply brooks no competition.
Leave it to Philippe Starck to install an in-house gallery and “junket room” in this Paris mainstay’s redesign. There’s more than enough crystal chandeliering on display to justify wearing shades indoors.
Rooftop pool and garden with a view of the Alps? Don’t mind if we do! This hotel is a must for everything Munich: cuisine, the Opera, the Maximilianstrasse, and prints and etchings by the likes of Raphael (yes, that Raphael).
Yes, there still is an “old” Singapore: right here where the Singapore Sling was invented and Elizabeth Taylor hobknobbed with smitten onlookers. At two and half staff members per guest, service is positively transcendent, which should leave you with more than enough time to wistfully drink in the Victorianism as you stroll through the immaculate grounds. This chapter of history may be closed, but the book is in fine shape.
Putting the “New” in New York, this bit of paradise on earth forms the foundation of the soon-to-be-iconic One57 residential skyscraper. This is where impeccable taste comes to practice its rarefied magic.
Grand Tetons, meet Singapore. Now kiss! This resort is what happens when far-Western landscape and frontiersmanship collide with far-Eastern boutique minimalism. Then there’s the description-defying view.
Older than the country it inhabits, the King David’s pink-quartz excess perfectly encapsulates the legendary city we all picture when the word “Jerusalem” floats before our mental eye. This is a grand hotel through and through, the type of place in which VIP visits are a matter of course and old-world professionalism undergirds the dazzlingly efficient staff. Get a single-malt, it’s just what’s done in these parts.
Try a quarter-millennium for old-school integrity, more than enough time to develop an enviable vocabulary of marble, gold, velvet, and crystal. There’s champagne (and, no doubt, a snappily attired and kind-eyed bartender) at Balthazar and a Rolls-Royce limo idling outside, ready to whisk you away at a moment’s notice. But why would anyone want to leave? Precisely.