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Jesper Anderegg, opening Manager of The Emory (above), had massive help, he admits, from his conjoined neighbour, The Berkeley, where he was previously number two. To the other side he has Maybourne headquarters.

When it comes to customers, Girlahead says Emory enthusiasts are aesthetes. They can’t miss #6005’s three-kilo Frida Kahlo Tauschen tome, topped by an outside pair of gold glass-less specs, and such less weighty titles as London Block by Block and Paris. In the bathroom they might not notice the slimline oval Victoria & Albert bathtub has no emergency soakaway but they’ll note the marble flooring, Toto toilet seat and towel rack, all heated. And Dyson for hair and fluffiest Frette slippers, in bags. There are Jacob Jensen phones. Stationery, in a black standing rack, is as satin-smooth as one’s grandmother’s. An Emory Assistant, a butler by any other name, brings requested chamomile tea, William Edwards Fine Bone China, Arthur Price cutlery. He, the Assistant, sports all-black casual-chic rather than the morning dress of traditional butlers. The Emory’s got an edge. Its prices include two-way airport transfer and filled minibars – Laurent-Perrier and Grey Goose and oodles more.

There are wines galore, especially from Italy and South Africa, to buy in Surreene, the wellness sanctuary headed by American star Tracy Anderson. Cycle your guts out, Peloton in a black and scarlet stageset of a fitness centre, 24/7 of course. While working out  order up (or down, since this is level B2) grilled chicken, emerald kale and kraut salad, 604 calories – microbiome balancing elements promoting gut health. Have a normal breakfast in all-day abc by another American superstar, Jean-Georges Vongerichten, ground level and reached by an alluring entrance (see below). The restaurant’s light and bright. Sit by the all-wall windows counting the number of Thomas Heatherwicks (the signature red london busses) going by as you devour a full English, or perhaps a green juice, steel-cut Irish oatmeal with banana, cinnamon and raisins, golden, naturally.

Take a break. Any time from 8 am, head up to the glass-topped rooftop, hotel guests only. There’s a club-like lounge, and a cigar studio, with a roll-back ceiling. Anderegg plans special events there, say horological educationals led by watch wunderkinds George Bamford and Nicholas Foulkes, author of Time Tamed. You could even wear your cashmere hottie up there, round your neck. Marlene Dietrich style. The Emory’s alluringly addictive.