Masseria Potenti, Salento, Apulia
No fuss, with a perfect result… With already high expectations after reading features from Condé Nast Traveller, Marie Clarie, architectural Digest and Côté Sud Maisons, Masseria Potenti is visually on point, an all white bohemian dream.
It calls for bare feet tiptoeing through this picture perfect manner, a carefree bohemian maxi that drapes against the tiles, a panama hat to hide that salty sea hair as you breath in the Southern Italian air with the crickets in the backdrop and the lush olive groves ahead of you. Tucked in between all-white walls and a spillage of prickly pears, this country-chic manner is full of Mediterranean flair hidden in the heart of Salento. It is a photographers dream with soft sensual light that rises magnificently through wind-blown drapes reflecting off the sixteenth century Masseria. Raw nature, vineyards, olive groves and the glistening sea and home-grown produce is the secret behind their ideology, a spiritual sensation run by a wonderful family. There are bouquets of wild flowers unstyled to perfection in ever corner you turn to that Maria, the stunning owner with her wind-blown hair sets up on a daily basis as her pride and joy. It is a pinterest dream, an array of tasteful interior choices capturing my every glance. There are rows of columns, built-in beds in many little nooks, arched canopies with a slight Marrakesh vibe to the flow.
Our room was lovely and large with a fireplace, a large mosaic shower, a livingroom with fresh flowers and a cozy bed made from masculine white stone. Yet with many robust features made from a mixture of stone, it was softened by some lace, numerous curtains and soft shabby-chic elements and a balcony with lounge beds creating a sophisticated result. Lined with cactus, pomegranate trees and hidden gardens, the pool side was a real treat. Despite the water being extra cold, it was a pleasure drinking rosé on the luxuries loungers and relaxing under the sun while reading a book.
I loved the simplicity of the style of concept, there was always a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. There was no menu and the daily dishes were built around seasonal produce freshly harvested presented minimally with no fuss, but pure perfection.
Here, all I want to do is wear flowy bohemian outfits, tiptoe on the beautiful tiles bare feet, start my mornings with amazing fresh breakfast, enjoy a cappuccino in the shade hidden behind a pot of wild flowers, watch the powerful sunsets and end the night with an intimate surprise dinner that never failed to disappoint.
