Why book?<\/p>\n
You feel like you\u2019re in a film set: a cross between a modern mausoleum and a Zen temple. If you want to understand what attention to detail means in Japan, this is where you come.<\/p>\n
Set the scene<\/p>\n
Those who love Aman love it with a madly, ecstatically, deeply devotional reverence. Would it be sacrilegious to say that, in some obscure yet undeniable way, the Aman Tokyo<\/a>, with its irresistible combination of hard-edged icy calm and soft fibrous warmth, best expresses the magic of a brand that has evolved to become, well, a cult?<\/p>\n The backstory<\/p>\n Built in 2014, this was the Aman Group\u2019s first urban address \u2013 its chance to show that it could deliver its unique brand of understated, soothing luxury to the city. The hotel\u2019s designer, the late Australian Kerry Hill, was a master at mixing local styles into contemporary architecture and here he excelled at delivering a thoroughly Japanese hotel \u2013 with its washi paper ceilings, tatami matting and serene spaces \u2013 into an unremarkable steel-and-glass tower.<\/p>\n The rooms<\/p>\n The feeling is that of a ryokan: a sliding shoji screen separates the light-filled sleeping and living area from the basalt-lined bathroom, with its spacious walk-in shower and its deep square tub with views out over the Tokyo skyline. It\u2019s a room in which you could stay all day, nibbling Japanese sweets or drinking fine green teas. The beds \u2013 like all the furniture, clean-lined and minimal \u2013 are made with the softest, downiest bedding and sheets, with reading lights and chargers set into the pale-wood bedhead, where simple controls for the whole room are based, from the lights to the blackout curtains. The Aman Suites are Tokyo\u2019s largest: the space you\u2019d dream of taking over for a private dinner party.<\/p>\n Food and drink<\/p>\n