Bianka and the bottle nobody else would order
Hazel eyes, a vintage clasp bag and a palate that remembers every glass.
Away until 24 September 2026Travelling; requests for her return are welcome
- Age
- 23
- Height
- 165 cm · 5 ft 5 in
- Hair
- long, light brown with sun-kissed ends
- Eyes
- hazel
- Build
- curvy
- Languages
- English
- Based
- Knightsbridge · SW1X · SW7
On Bianka
Hand Bianka a wine list and three questions come back before any answer. What are you eating? What did you drink last night? How late do you mean to stay? Then she decides, and the decision is usually the correct one.
165 cm, curvy, light brown hair worn long with ends the summer has bleached, and hazel eyes that shift shade under candlelight. Her wardrobe is found rather than bought: a silk blouse from a Chelsea dealer, a structured bag with a brass clasp, a belted coat older than she is. Everything fits as if it had been expecting her all along.
Warm in the old-fashioned sense, she attends to small things, a draught from the door, a glass running low, the anecdote you began and abandoned. Early twenties; her English is soft and never rushed. Sundays are for cooking, Italian and slow, a sauce left for hours, pasta rolled by hand. The rest of the week she tastes wine properly, notebook open, and reads auction catalogues of old clothes for fun.
In St James's she starts at Berry Bros. and Rudd on St James's Street, where the floorboards slope and the antique weighing scales still stand, then walks the few minutes to Franco's on Jermyn Street for supper. She orders simply. She asks the waiter what the kitchen is proud of tonight, and she actually listens.
She lives in Knightsbridge, a straight ride east along Piccadilly to St James's. The dinner date suits her best; her hour starts at £600 and every other length is listed under rates. Send Octavia your hotel through booking.
// Octavia's noteGive Bianka a day's notice for dinner and she will choose the table around your hotel, not the other way round. The dinner date at £1,800 leaves time for the wine list to be read properly.
Bianka, by the hour
One ladder serves every introduction on Albemarle Privé. Her journey costs nothing inside fare Zones 1 and 2, and Bianka receives the fee from you in person on arrival.
| Ref | Length | Fee | Suits | Request |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| R.01 | One hour60 min | £600 | An aperitif and a first conversation, nothing hurried. | Request |
| R.02 | Ninety minutes90 min | £900 | Room for a second glass and a proper exchange of views. | Request |
| R.03 | Two hours120 min | £1,100 | A short supper nearby, or a private view and a drink after. | Request |
| R.04 | Three hours180 min | £1,500 | Theatre and a late table, or dinner without a watch. | Request |
| R.05 | Dinner date4 hours | £1,800 | The reservation, every course, then the slow walk back. | Request |
| R.06 | Overnight10 hours | £3,000 | Dinner through to the morning coffee. A day of notice helps. | Request |
| R.07 | Weekend awayBy arrangement | from £6,000 | A city weekend or a journey, agreed as one sum in writing. | Request |
Journeys past Zone 2, airport hotels and cancellations: see Rates, terms T.01 to T.08.
As Bianka keeps it
A question arrives before any greeting: red or white, and why? Bianka prefers to open with a single glass at your hotel bar, tasted slowly and discussed a little, and only then the short walk to Jermyn Street. At table she is at her most observant, clocking what you order and what you almost ordered, and quietly steering the second course towards the dish you really wanted. Talk moves from Sicilian grapes to a silk scarf rescued from a Chelsea stall to the risotto she refuses to hurry for anybody. Nothing about the night is loud, and nothing is hurried either. When the coffee lands the hours have gone somewhere pleasant, and the stroll back past lit shop windows feels like one more course.
Three questions for Bianka
The smallest region on the page, second bottle from the bottom. That is usually where the sommelier hides whatever he drinks at home.
A green silk blouse with its original buttons. It cost less than lunch and fits as if somebody made it with me in mind.
A plain white, in a village square, poured by the man who made it. Nothing I have tasted since has kept better company.
Notes on Bianka
No guest notes published yet.A note appears here only after Octavia has read it: a first name, a month, nothing more. Nothing is ever written on a guest's behalf.
Read by Octavia before it appears · a first name and a month, never more · Bianka can have any note taken down
A message for Bianka
Already addressed to Bianka. Fill in the brackets and send it; Octavia answers every line in one reply.
Hello, I would like to book Bianka on [date] at [time] for [duration]. I am staying at [hotel name], and will share the room number on confirmation.
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From The Notebook
- 5 min readThe luxury dinner, composed from the first glass to the car at the kerbA dinner at this level is composed rather than choreographed. The host's decisions, taken in order, from naming the purpose to holding the car door, for four hours that never feel arranged.
- 5 min readThe third person in the car: chauffeurs, briefings and the door held openA driver sees the start and the end of an evening and hears most of the middle. How to brief one without explaining anything, where your companion sits, and why the car door still matters.
Bianka, by arrangement
Send a date, an hour and a length. Octavia looks at Bianka's diary before anything else and answers in writing, usually within minutes.