I have a confession. Of the embarrassing OCD kind: I LOOOOVE eating peanut butter. Straight out of the tub. With a teaspoon (or any other available utensil, not necessarily cutlery). And then dipping it right back in (and spreading the germs, I can hear you thinking)...
So when we sat sipping a post-dinner cappuccino in the Sky Bar of the Oyster Box hotel, I was suddenly overcome with an intense craving for the nutty stuff. And of course, my sister had to dare me to ask the waiter for a spoonful. Well I never realised that we had been talking that loud, because we must have been overheard. Five minutes later, I had a tiny bowl of perfectly crunchy peanut butter sitting in front of me. Heaven.
This is just a taste (literally) of the je ne sais quoi that the Oyster Box hotel exudes in buckets full - the fat cat (or is it a lion cub?) lounging on the lobby furniture. The unpretentious panache of the décor. Posh but not prissy. Sophisticated but not stifling.
If asked to move in my only reply would be "How soon?"
Blouse | Milla at YDE
Jeans | Woolworths (old)
Heels | Zara
Handbag | Louis Vuitton
Sunglasses | D&G
Necklace | MRP