Luxury hotels in Italy’s Dolomites
Aman Rosa Alpina Opens in the Dolomites
It’s official. The mountains have been feng-shuied.
On 24 July 2025, in the idyllic (read devastatingly photogenic and intimidatingly clean) village of San Cassiano, Aman Rosa Alpina flung open its majestic doors.
Formerly known as just Rosa Alpina, the hotel has undergone the kind of transformation normally reserved for Oscar nominees on their second marriage. Now under the haute-minimalist eye of the Aman group, the place has been reborn like a phoenix wrapped in cashmere and dipped in artisanal honey. And it’s never looked more curated.
Interiors by Jean-Michel Gathy
The interiors were conjured by Jean-Michel Gathy, Aman’s go-to wizard of ‘quiet luxury’. Think timber, dark metals, layered stone, and enough floor-to-ceiling glass to trigger a climate anxiety spiral. The aesthetic is very much alpine monastery meets Milanese fashion editor recovering from burnout which, coincidentally, describes half the clientele.
There are 51 rooms and suites, many of which now include glass fireplaces (no wood splinters here, darling), walk-in wardrobes big enough to house a medium-sized influencer, and views so breathtaking you’ll feel emotionally inadequate.
The Aman Suite, naturally, is the jewel in the crown. Two king beds, steam showers, a dining room for six (because God forbid you eat alone), and a terrace so perfectly south-facing it should come with a vitamin D disclaimer.
Culinary offerings at Aman in the Dolomites
The culinary offerings are as you’d expect, seasonal, local, wildly photogenic. Executive Chef Gianluca Salvato has crafted a series of menus that whisper of truffle and shout of tastebud transcendence.
There’s Il Salotto, a soaring space with windows the size of small aircraft hangars where you can sip tea by day and cocktails by night while pretending you’re not checking how many likes your Instagram story got.
The Grill does exactly what it says on the tin, wood-fired meats, fish and pizzas, presumably all sourced from artisan farmers who chant over their goats. The Heritage Room offers breakfast with a side of nostalgia, Di Vino is the kind of wine library that makes sommeliers weep, and the Cigar Lounge is where mysterious people in velvet slippers disappear after dinner and emerge in the morning smelling faintly of Havana and entitlement.
Also, there’s a Japanese Shabu Shabu restaurant opening in winter called Akari, because nothing says Alpine authenticity like minimalist hot pot and rare sake. Globalisation, but make it gourmet.
The spa in the Dolomites
And then there’s the spa. Oh, the spa. At 1,684 square metres, it’s roughly the size of a small village but with more eucalyptus steam. You’ll find seven treatment rooms, a 20-metre heated outdoor infinity pool and every type of hydrotherapy imaginable.
There’s also a family pool (for people with children and emotional resilience), a Zen Garden (which one suspects is mostly used for selfies), and a Hair & Nail Salon for when your cuticles need to match the décor. Signature treatments include the Alpine Muscle Relief Massage, which sounds suspiciously like a euphemism but is apparently fantastic.
Aman Rosa Alpina is for all seasons
As for the Great Outdoors, yes, it’s still there, looming and magnificent. The Dolomites provide a backdrop so dramatic it deserves its own agent. Guests are encouraged to hike, bike, ski, snowshoe, ice-climb, or simply gaze wistfully into the distance and pretend they’re in a perfume ad.
In summer, it’s all wildflowers and mountain yoga. In winter, you’ve got 1,200 kilometres of ski slopes, 450 lifts, and the hotel’s dedicated Ski Butler service, which will ensure your boots are warm, your skis are waxed, and your sense of superiority is at maximum glide.
For those under the age of “spa appreciation,” there are Kids and Teen Rooms. Also, three private cinemas. Because one cinema simply wouldn’t be exclusive enough.
So there it is. Aman Rosa Alpina, equal parts architectural marvel, culinary haven, and spiritual balm for the impossibly weary elite. A sanctuary for all seasons and the sort of place where “unplugging” doesn’t mean giving up your phone, just handing it to a personal assistant while you meditate beside a glacial-fed plunge pool.
One thing’s for sure: if you’re going to suffer from altitude sickness, you may as well do it in a €4,000 suite with an on-call reflexologist and the best mushroom risotto in the region.
