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There is no such thing as Italian style, only Tuscan, Sicilian, Milanese and Pugliese style, each convinced it invented taste. Our edit runs the length of the argument, from a convent above Lake Garda to a granary in the Madonie hills: twenty-odd small hotels, no two speaking the same dialect.
Italy isn’t a country so much as a glorious quarrel of regions that happen to share a flag, and its small hotels are the proof. A working farm in the Sicilian interior, a monastery in Umbria, a set of rooms a hundred paces from the Spanish Steps: what binds the addresses in our Unwaxed Lemons edit is not a look but a temperament. Family-owned, design-led, drawn from the particular stone, clay and light of their own patch. This is where we send anyone who wants Italy with the volume turned down and the style turned up.
Italy wears its regions like a wardrobe of characters, each with its own dialect, kitchen and swagger. The north tilts Alpine and industrious, Milano all graft and design, the lakes gilded and languid; the centre softens into Tuscany, Umbria and the Marche, a slow country of vineyards, hill towns and the unrushed lunch; the south runs wilder and older, Sicily and Puglia baked in sun, salt and citrus, the past lingering in the air. Cities and countryside play call-and-response: a Renaissance piazza one day, a working Masseria the next. Threaded through all of it is a genius for living well: food as ritual, beauty as birthright, and the firm conviction that style is less something you buy than something you are.
Start where Italy goes to show off. Above the northern tip of Lake Garda at Arco, Monastero Arx Vivendi is a seventeenth-century former convent recast by architects noa* as a walled-garden wellness hotel, the monastic calm intact, the spa anything but austere. Down the road, Vivere Suites and Rooms sinks low into the vines, minimalist rooms and an infinity pool that steals the scene.
Out on the Sirmione peninsula, Aqva Boutique Hotel is a lido-lover's clubhouse of alabaster-white cubes and a turquoise pool, its private pier pointing straight out onto the lake; while inland at Valeggio sul Mincio, Corte Pravecchio is a minimalist, eco-minded bolthole tuned to slow Italian living.
Over on the celebrity shores of Lake Como, Filario ditches the gilt for something sharper: Alessandro Sironi's cubic modernism, unpretentious and low-key, with front-row seats to the lake.
In Milan, a step from the fashion district, Crossing Manzoni is a hushed townhouse-hotel laced with design heroes and curated art, off-the-radar yet dead centre of the city's hum. Far to the north-east, high in Friuli's Carnic Alps, Borgo Eibn Mountain Lodge gathers three timber-and-stone malga houses above the Sauris plateau, larch shingles, Dolomite views and a spa, Alpine charisma by the armful.
Between Pienza and Montepulciano, Follonico is six rooms, a working vineyard and the unhurried rota of a real Tuscan farmhouse. Fabio Firli and Suzanne Simons left Rome in 2004 for a 200-year-old house and never looked back: salvaged doors lean as headboards, antique typewriters sit on the desks, Suzanne’s hand-sewn linens are crisp as a Mediterranean morning, and the three-course breakfast never repeats across a stay. The most domestic and disarming boutique guesthouse in southern Tuscany; and yes, the pasta is every bit as good as they say.
In Chianti, Colle ai Lecci folds three stone farmhouses of 1720 into one craft-filled boutique retreat among the olive groves.
Over in the Val d’Orcia, La Bandita Townhouse is a 500-year-old convent reborn as a cool contemporary design hotel in the UNESCO hilltown of Pienza, former music-industry man John Voigtmann’s world of floating beds, Tuscan feasts and courtyard aperitivos.
In the hills of Versilia, Locanda al Colle keeps farmhouse luxury collected and unhurried, a short drive from the coast at Forte dei Marmi and Viareggio.
In Umbria, Vocabolo Moscatelli is a twelfth-century monastery brought back to life by the architect Jacopo Venerosi Pesciolini of Studio Archiloop, in what he calls a kind of architectural listening: take away a finish, a door, a covering, and the place begins to breathe again. Glazed terracotta by Cotto Etrusco, iron four-posters forged by Lispi & Co., a wash of Flos and Davide Groppi light, and the long Umbrian afternoons to finish the sentence.
Nudge east into Le Marche and Filodivino turns an abandoned vineyard farmhouse into radical vision: seven suites, an InArchitettura-awarded underground winery and an infinity pool floating above the hills.
In Italy's culinary heartland, Relais Roncolo 1888 is a seventeen-suite boutique hotel around the sixteenth-century Villa Manodori on the organic Venturini Baldini wine estate, between Parma and Reggio Emilia: cypress-lined drives, addictive dry Lambrusco, a 400-barrel vinegar loft and dinner in the historic greenhouse restaurant, La Limonaia.
In Rome, the Crossing group keeps two style colonies of luxury suites and designer apartments in eighteenth-century palazzo townhouses: Crossing Condotti, a whisper behind the Piazza di Spagna in the historic Tridente, and its sibling Crossing Corso a few steps away on the Via del Corso. City swagger, left politely at the door.
And in Venice, The Venice Venice Hotel recasts a thirteenth-century Venetian-Byzantine palace on the Grand Canal, the ancient Ca’ da Mosto, as something its Golden Goose founders cheerfully brand ‘post-Venetian’: a design statement that flatly refuses to dress up as the past it is sitting in.
In the rural Sicilian interior, Susafa is a 500-hectare Masseria the Saeli-Rizzuto family have farmed for five generations, up in the Madonie foothills near Polizzi Generosa: milking parlours turned bedrooms, the old granary now the restaurant, the wine press now the bar, luxury of the analogue kind. Su-sa-fa means, in dialect, ‘it can be done’; and reader, it has. On the Agrigento coast, ADLER Sicilia plays a different hand: a design-led wellness and spa resort of clay and volcanic stone within a WWF reserve, the kitchen fed straight from the farm.
And in Puglia, above Ostuni, Masseria Moroseta is the whitewashed dream made real: a modern limewashed Masseria among the olive groves, twin citrus trees flanking an external staircase, the Adriatic light doing the rest.
Those in and around the Mediterranean feature in Unwaxed Lemons, our print magazine of thirty-six family-run design hotels; the rest of this Italian spread is ours alone.
Far to the north, where Italy kisses the Austrian Alps, sits a region all its own. South Tyrol (Südtirol, or Alto Adige) is a chameleon of the Mediterranean and the Alps, where pasta meets Knödel, espresso flows beside Schnapps and snow-dusted Dolomite peaks give way to sun-warmed vineyards. We keep more than twenty-five design hotels, guesthouses and spa wonders up here, with some of Europe’s best spas and wellness retreats. Explore our South Tyrol Hotel Edit, or dive into the Ski destinations.