Exclusive: Kudadoo Maldives Private Island, the luxury all-inclusive resort where anything goes

I have met a man who is making all my dreams come true. He is sweet and charming, and over the past few days has showered me with beautiful meals, bottles of champagne, pampering spa treatments, sea safaris in search of spinner dolphins, and bedtime bathtubs filled with bubbles and flowers.

His name is Ibrahim and he is my butler at newly opened Kudadoo Maldives Private Island, the first jetsetter-level truly all-inclusive resort in this Indian Ocean archipelago. ‘Anything. Anytime. Anywhere’ is Kudadoo’s mantra, and from the moment my seaplane swept into the Lhaviyani Atoll (a 45-minute flight from the capital, Malé), Ibrahim has been fulfilling that promise.

The island certainly looks the palm-trimmed part. It is an almost perfect circle, small enough to loop in 10 minutes on foot and ringed with sugary white sands. And the house reef? In 19 visits to the Maldives, it’s one of the most bountiful I have ever laid eyes on – a carnival of flamboyant corals, dancing clownfish, twirling blue tangs, monochrome bannerfish, buck-toothed parrotfish, unicorn fish, blacktip reef sharks and silver sprays of bait fish that leap from the water.

The architecture catches my eye too. Designed by the Japanese-American architect Yuji Yamazaki, it is modern and fitting, without feeling painfully hip. Its focal point is The Retreat, housing the bar, restaurant and spa, where brilliant sunbeams cut through walls of cedar, and blocks of shadow sweep across the deck like sundials – the resulting chiaroscuro effect is mesmerising.

Furniture is made from top-quality teak, there are flashes of smoked glass and bold blots of burnt-orange fabrics. Out of sight, the zig-zagging roof is weighted with 300kW solar panels, enough to power the entire resort and making it one of the only fully solar-powered resorts in the Maldives.

"You don’t see these kind of buildings in the Maldives, right?" Yamazakitells me over drinks, having just flown in from his offices in New York. "The idea was to construct one building that has everything in one place – but to do that is very difficult in the Maldives. If you have a large roof, it becomes very dark, so we thought, 'Let’s make it like you’re underneath a big palm tree, so you can see and feel the light and shade.'"

There are just 15 water villas, built in a ring to mimic the form of an atoll, each a study in lo-fi luxury. The exteriors: unvarnished cedar, boxy, low-key and muted, reminiscent of Kyoto’s traditional wooden Machiya town houses. The interiors: airy, angular, orderly, striped with simple fretwork and chevrons of light. At the rear, a wall of frosted glass slides open to reveal a cedar-lined indoor/outdoor bathroom with an egg-shaped tub, some artfully positioned plants and little else.

Visual distractions are few, but I find the restrained approach soothing. It all feels very Zen. This is a place in which to laze in your vast, fuss-free four-poster bed, perched on a platform and facing full-length sliding glass doors so you can survey the sun and stars from your pillow. Out on the expansive deck, with its huge infinity pool, there are hanging sofas, and cut-out glass panels in the flooring reveal the ocean below. It’s the perfect spot for some morning meditation.

"So everything is included?" I turn and ask general manager Brad Calder as he shows me my room; I note the bottles of Hernö Old Tom gin and Patrón tequila atop my minibar. "Everything," he assures me.

Kudadoo doesn’t have a maddening array of meal plans, or confusing spending credits, or extra charges for spa treatments, motorised watersports, diving, or excursions, like so many other Maldivian resorts. Staff contact guests before their arrival to ensure their minibar is filled with their favourite libations, and room service is included, as are romantic dinners on the beach or on an empty sandbank.

The restaurant has a first-rate collection of fine wines (which would cost in the region of £150 to £250 per bottle in any other resort) and six different champagnes – perhaps Veuve tonight and Ruinart tomorrow?

With so much to indulge in and the surrounding atoll a sweet mystery to be uncovered, I slip into full A-list all-inc mode. Ibrahim, always available either in person or at the end of a dedicated phone line, arranges morning yoga and meditation with the Keralan guru, So Jeesh.

Following a breakfast of all my favourite things – freshly pressed vegetable juice, Greek yogurt and tropical fruit, eggs benedict – we set out on a snorkelling trip to a nearby field of seagrass, the preferred eating place of over 200 green sea turtles, where I encounter an old fella majestically paddling his way through the Indian Ocean.

Other days, I stand-up paddleboard around Kudadoo’s glassy lagoon, hypnotised by the intensity of blue and abundance of marine life – dorys! An eagle ray! An octopus! One afternoon, I strap on some X-Jetblade boots and dance on 20-foot-high fountains of water that are propelled from their heels; then I fire up a jet ski and head out into the limitless horizon, jumping waves in the rough, scooting through schools of flying fish and skimming still waters that mirror the fluffy clouds above.

In between playing Salacia, goddess ofthe sea, there are sighs of delight over the scallop ceviche, Maldivian curries and lobster thermidor – and many, many spa treatments.

Rather than offering simplistic 45-minute token gestures, the menu heaves with sinfully sybaritic rituals involving Tibetan singing bowls, the burning of sacred herbs and immersion in a Himalayan salt chamber. Throughout, I’m pampered by highly skilled, genuinely caring therapists, and there’s even a life coach on staff.

There’s also the option to nip over to sister island Hurawalhi. Although much more mass market than Kudadoo, its larger footprint allows for tennis, badminton and beach volleyball courts, plus there’s the novelty of dining in its underwater restaurant, 5.8 (the only Hurawalhi add-on for which Kudadoo guests will face an additional charge).

Still, I find my days on Kudadoo are full and beautiful enough. "The value comes from being able to do everything and anything you want," Calder tells me. The all-inclusive concept isn’t new, but it’s one that is generally associated with pile ’em high buffets, free booze from obscure brands and limited time enjoying the less sexy watersports. Here, though, is a super-luxury resort that is emphatically, resolutely, solely all-inclusive. How does Kudadoo make the figures add up?

"I’ve found that if you give top-end travellers everything, they tend to be relaxed about their consumption. Even the most active guests are only likely to manage a couple of activities a day, plus three meals, some drinks and perhaps a spa treatment. Others will just hang out in their villas. We’ve taken account of all of that."

There’s certainly a sense of freedom that comes from not having to even think about signing a bill, but the real joy for me has been the freedom it also offers the staff to surpass guests’ expectations. Ibrahim has proved so intuitive, he knows what I want even before I do.

The jet-blading was a surprise after he noticed me gawping at the watersports team. So was the second round of jet-skiing, after he observed how much I enjoyed it the first time. Before my departure, he was clever enough to suggest I consider a final freshen-up facial, among a number of other treats. It’s a new gold standard of service, and not just for the Maldives. All-inclusive? I’m all in.

All-inclusive Ocean Residences at Kudadoo Maldives Private Island from US$2,800 (£2,200) per couple per night in low-season, rising to US$3,400 in high-season and US$4,500 over the festive season. A full island buyout costs from US$80,000.

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