Rosa takes her tea at Fortnum's
Chestnut curls, an easy laugh, flour on her weekends and records in her tote.
Away for nowOn a short break; her return date will be posted here
- Age
- 25
- Height
- 160 cm · 5 ft 3 in
- Hair
- long chestnut brown, curly
- Eyes
- brown
- Build
- curvy
- Languages
- English
- Based
- Marylebone · W1U · W1G
On Rosa
Rosa is the sort of person who brings a cake to a dinner party and then apologises for it being homemade, which it always is, and which is always the point. 160 cm, curvy. Chestnut brown hair, long and curly. Brown eyes. She dresses in relaxed, earthy colours, a rust silk skirt, a cream knit, a pendant on a long chain, and she makes a formal room feel a little less stiff without making it any less elegant. Her laugh is low and generous, and it turns heads in the nicest way.
Warm and easygoing, mid twenties, with an easy laugh and English to match. Baking is the weekend ritual: bread on Saturdays, something ambitious on Sundays, flour on everything. Ask about her sourdough starter and she will tell you its name, its age and its moods. She collects records, mostly soul and old jazz, and still reads the sleeve notes. Galleries fill her weekdays, the small ones especially, where the artist is sometimes sitting at the desk and happy to talk.
Near Piccadilly she loves Fortnum & Mason, which she treats as a museum of good things to eat, and she will lead you up to the tea salon for an afternoon tea taken seriously, the scones judged with a baker's eye. In the evening, a drink nearby and supper somewhere relaxed suit her better than anywhere grand. She will also, without fail, buy a small tin of biscuits for later.
Rosa lives in Marylebone, and Dover Street is ten minutes from her door. The hour is £600; see rates for anything longer. Octavia takes requests through booking.
// Octavia's noteRosa is lovely for an afternoon that drifts into evening. Tea on Piccadilly, a gallery, then supper: three hours at £1,500 is about right.
Rosa, by the hour
One ladder serves every introduction on Albemarle Privé. Her journey costs nothing inside fare Zones 1 and 2, and Rosa 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 Rosa keeps it
She arrives with a paper bag from somewhere, usually a bakery she wants you to try. Rosa sets the tone at once: relaxed, warm, unhurried, as if you had known each other for years. The afternoon might begin with tea, where she judges the scones gently but fairly, or at a small gallery where she knows the owner by first name. The talk wanders from sourdough to soul singers to a painting she cannot afford and visits anyway. Supper is somewhere comfortable with good bread and a waiter who does not rush the pudding, and she will notice if the butter arrives cold. Laughter comes easily to her, and usually at her own expense first. By the end the city feels friendlier, and the evening has become one long, easy conversation with no seams showing.
Three questions for Rosa
It should break in two with your hands, no knife needed, and still be warm in the middle. Anything else is a bun with ambitions.
Something soul, from before I was born, with a horn section. Bread in the oven, kitchen window open, volume slightly too loud.
A small still life of lemons I have visited four times. The gallery owner now waves when I come in. I think she knows.
Notes on Rosa
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A message for Rosa
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Rosa, by arrangement
Send a date, an hour and a length. Octavia looks at Rosa's diary before anything else and answers in writing, usually within minutes.