
The real problem with the Amanzoe hotel in the Argolid hills near Porto Heli, the huge elephant in the room, the glaring flaw that no-one wants to mention, is that it renders you completely incapable of dealing with the outside world, unfit for anything that has not been filtered through the prism of Aman sensibility, training and polishing.
In the Aman world, lofty halls and soaring columns reflect in pools of cool water, artfully placed cypresses wave gently across the sky, the breakfast eggs have been hand-picked by Chef Boutsalis from Mr Paschalis’ chicken coop in the farm in nearby Fourni, mountain tea has been spiked with cardamom and herbs from the mountain behind, and lavender, thyme, cystus and white oleanders bloom quietly on all roof tops and path verges. Angels glide around silently, dispensing chilled towels, cold drinks, and smiles, yoga mats in the yoga platform are placed to face the wonderful views.






