By Andrea Whittle. Photos: Courtesy Hôtel Ritz Paris.
We all know that swiping mini shampoo bottles is fair game—the bedside lamp or the pillowcases, not so much. But what about that moment when we settle into a particularly comfy hotel bed and think, Wouldn't it be nice if mine felt a little bit more like this?
The rooms at the Ritz Paris are among the world's most envy-inducing, filled with antiques, historic paintings, and velvet couches (not to mention the ghosts of Coco Chanel, Ernest Hemingway, and F. Scott Fitzgerald). And the hotel now has a way to sidestep guests who considered running off with a towel or two—its online boutique, relaunched in February after the hotel's four-year renovation, has everything you need to make your home feel a little, well, ritzier.
Prices for items in the boutique range from €9 ($9.70) for gourmet jams, teas and other pantry items to €2,300 ($2,470) for a cashmere “jogging set.” There are also sheets and tablecloths, bedside lamps, blue leather notebooks and pens, and tableware from Haviland, which has been supplying the hotel since it opened in 1898. If you want your apartment to smell like the amber perfume wafting through the grand hallways, you can have that too, in spray or candle form. There are even diamonds, listed under their own appropriately titled section, “A Diamond as Big as the Ritz.”
Some of our favorite offerings include the hotel’s iconic (and we don’t use that word lightly) peach-colored towels and robes, ashtrays from Bar Hemingway, and Limoge porcelain teapots with gilded handles shaped like madeleines—a tribute to former hotel resident Marcel Proust and his masterwork Remembrance of Things Past.
When we asked the hotel if the online shop was in any way inspired by things that seem to have grown legs and walked away, its spokesperson demurred, saying they were simply responding to inquiries from guests about where they might be able to purchase the things they enjoyed during their stays. But we know you’ve been tempted to see if that bathrobe might fit in your carry-on. We won’t tell anyone.
This story originally appeared on Conde Nast Traveler.
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