I · You found us
You will walk past it.Almost everyone does.
Down a worn stone stair beneath Grove Street, just off Pulteney Bridge, the city disappears. In its place: plum velvet, candlelight, taxidermy, and a long list of bespoke cocktails poured by people who would rather know your name than your order.
Delve deeperII · Glimpses
III · The Room
The Vaults
Centuries of Bath stone above your head, a cocktail in your hand. Ornate furnishings, flickering candles, and a hush that makes every evening feel a little illicit.
Some rooms are easier shown than told.
