Come for one part of it or stay for all of it. Everything unfolds at the pace of the light on the water.
Ninety minutes of gentle Vinyasa on the sea-facing platform with Ayla Uçar, followed by cold-pressed juice, warm sourdough and honey from the pine hills behind us. Wednesdays and Saturdays. Free for staying guests; ₺ 380 drop-in.
Cabanas are dressed, parasols raised, water bottles chilled. Breakfast baskets arrive at every bed — dates, labneh, warm simit, ice-cold watermelon. Morning swims are quiet and the light is at its softest.
The pergola is set with linen, salt shells and cold wine buckets. Raw bar to start, wood-fired vegetables in the middle, whole grilled fish at the end. Two to three hours long, no rush, more bread if you ask.
The pool warms, the DJ starts a slow set from the shell of the bar, and the bartender begins the sunset cocktail service. This is the most photographed hour of the day for a reason.
The music softens, the palm lanterns come on, and every cabana receives a chilled glass of Solárium rosé and a small plate of stone-fruit crudo. Ten minutes of near-silence while the strait turns amber.
Guest DJs take over the deck until two. The late kitchen sends out small plates — grilled octopus, salted watermelon, a burrata that shouldn't be that good at midnight but is. Toes stay in the sand.
Rosewater-scented cotton, delivered to every cabana without you ever asking.
At 12:00 and 17:00 a tray of the sweetest fruit of the day makes its way down the row of beds.
Between 15:00 and 16:00 the music dims to a whisper. It's the club's protected nap window.
A private launch back to Ortaköy at midnight, on Fridays and Saturdays only. Complimentary for cabana guests.
Every table has a small leather notebook. Write a song, the DJ plays it before the night ends.
Warm rinse stations, folded robes and a shell of loose lavender at the exit — you leave clean and calm.
Tell us if you're arriving for lunch, staying through sunset, or making a night of it. We'll shape the day around you.