Siquijor, Philippines
An island retreat shaped by nature, design and the spirit of Siquijor.
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You are choosing how a rare week will feel. TAMSI is one villa, one household, on an island most people never reach, kept the way I would keep it for a friend. Here is how my guests tend to spend a day.
Open to the air on every side, built from island timber under a high pitched roof, the villa sits inside the jungle with the sea held in the gap between the trees. It is a house to live in slowly: long mornings, bare feet, the doors folded back. Not a room to check into.
A 35-metre pool shaped like a piece of the coast, running from the waterfall rocks to the loungers at the far end. The water is still enough to float in and long enough to swim properly. In the afternoon the forest shades one side and the sea holds the light on the other.
The garden faces the sunset, and most days end here first — a drink poured while the sky turns, then dinner brought out under it.
Champagne, a chilled rosé, small plates carried down as the light goes. Choose how you want the evening set:
Sunset Board
A grazing board for the golden hour
Champagne Sunset
A bottle on ice as the sky turns
Private Sunset Table
Set for two at the cliff's edge
Sunset Pool Experience
In the water, drink in hand, until dark
Out before dawn with the men who have always worked this water. Bring back what you catch.
The whole island in a day, done slowly and done well — driver, stops chosen for you, lunch arranged.
Quiet paths, hidden falls, the parts of Siquijor that never make the map.
A therapist to the villa, a table set in the shade, the sound of the pool doing the rest.
Not a resort, and not trying to be one. This is a private house on a small island, opened to a few guests at a time.
I built it around the way I like to live here, slowly and outdoors and close to the water, and I keep it that way for whoever comes next.
So the house is waiting, the garden is lit, and the only thing left is for you to write your part of the story.
Siquijor sits off the edge of the usual route: a flight, then a boat, then the last quiet drive. People here still talk about the island as a place with its own weather and its own reputation, half healing, half folklore.
The distance is the point. By the time you reach the gate, the trip has already started, and the island has already begun to slow you down.
Odd hours, mostly: the pool before anyone is up, the garden while the fire catches, the walk down to the water. It photographs well. It is better in person.
Tell me when you would like to come, and for how many. I will take it from there.