Our Story
A house with a long memory.
Since 1911
First a farm, then a painter’s refuge, now a hotel.
The house was built as a fruit farm in 1911, its walls raised from stone dug out of the valley. For half a century the orchard paid the bills; then a painter bought it for the light and let the gardens grow wild in the most deliberate way.
We arrived in 2014 with too many books and a belief that hotels had become too loud. Four years of careful repair later, Eden opened with seventeen rooms — no two alike, all facing the garden.
The orchard still stands. So does the painter’s studio — it is the library bar now, and the light is still the best in the house.
Slowness
We plan nothing before ten, and neither should you. The house runs on garden time.
Craft
Everything you touch was made by someone we know — the plates, the linen, the soap.
Hospitality
Old-fashioned, in the best way. Ask for anything; we will figure the rest out.
