Over the past forty years, I’ve been fortunate to check into some of the world’s most storied hotels. I’ve slept beneath the chandeliers of The Plaza in New York, been serenaded by cicadas at Amanpulo in the Philippines, sipped a Singapore Sling at Raffles, and watched the city wake from the Dorchester’s rooftop suite. I’ve stayed at the Burj Al Arab, where even the pillows come with a menu. But last night, thanks to my daughter’s TikTok, I decided to try something rather different, a night in a cocoon.
