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SUITES
“As with any true
Tirolean hut, there’s
a community of
characters capable
of populating a Wes
Anderson film.”
handknit heavy wool socks wait as a welcome gift in
my suite; guests are encouraged to pad about zu Hause,
and there’s a box to deposit phones, if possible. In lieu
of TV, a pair of binoculars and a turntable with a few
classic LPs.
So, down the wool-padded corridor I pad, toward the
morning wood-carving clinic with a local young master of the
regional art. Later, after a handful of relaxed runs on the nearprivate pistes at my doorstep, an après-ski yoga class beckons.
Led by an attentive and masterful yogi, I surrender on a mat
that reads “Alles ist Jetz”. And this is true — everything is now,
on request, à la demande, just as one wishes.
Chef doesn’t write menus, he composes them — daily,
depending on what the forest serves up or the neighboring
farmer delivers. Yoghurts, jams, and creamy milk comes from
nearby alms. The eriro summer has been spent foraging,
pickling, and smoking. From hay-aged speck and pine sorbet,
an astonishing array of all things infused, oxidized, and fermented
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