
There are places you visit. And there are those that stay with you.
The Vault is not just a space — it’s a sensibility. A quiet luxury for those who’ve outgrown the ordinary.
Crafted for those who value stillness, intimacy, and beautifully tailored indulgence.
This is not a venue. It’s a way in.
This is not where drinks are mixed. It’s where they’re composed. Every cocktail reflects character. Every spirit tells a story.
Your preferences are remembered, your pace respected.
From spirit curation to sommelier-paired pours, our bar is tailored — never repeated.
Inside The Vault, time slows.
The space is fluid — with zones designed to meet different moods of the same evening.
A space of quiet confidence and low conversation.
The heart of curated mixology.
Personalised vaults for your most prized pours.
A midday window for private meetings, strategy sessions, and shared clarity.
From aged malts and rare cognacs to crisp Sauvignon Blancs and deep Merlots, the collection is broad, but never bloated.
Every pour is served at your pace, in your glassware, exactly as it should be.
Our food doesn’t follow trends, it follows the seasons and your preferences.
Menus evolve every often. Cocktails complement rather than compete.
And our space? It’s built for conversations worth remembering.
The Vault doesn’t host events. It curates encounters.
Tasting dinners, masterclasses, cigar evenings. Each moment is intimate, intentional, and invitation-only.
Your preferences are known. Your rituals, quietly honored.
We don’t coordinate your visit — we anticipate it.
The Vault doesn’t host events. It curates encounters.
Tasting dinners, masterclasses, cigar evenings — each moment is intimate, intentional, and invitation-only.
Your preferences are known. Your rituals, quietly honored.
We don’t coordinate your visit — we anticipate it.
This is for those who don’t seek status, but live it, quietly. Where recognition replaces visibility, and familiarity replaces formality.
You don’t get access. You get a key and a presence in the room.
Some doors don’t need knocking. Just knowing where they are.