It’s that very attention to detail that turned the average, everyday activities of a beach weekend (picking up cases of rosé, picking up more cases of rosé) into extraordinary activities. Where "Just running to the store, anyone need anything?” turns straight into the boarding of a private jet, where you’re captain, stewardess, and DJ all rolled into one.
But for all its grandeur, all its surprises, and even that brilliant automated hood ornament, the rugs are what I come away thinking most about. Maybe that's how they design it, those evil geniuses; they know exactly how to subtly grab your attention and hold onto it for a lifetime.
I give up, Rolls. You win. So as part of my admiration/hypnosis, here, world, are several more photos below for your gawking pleasure, if only so we can hang on to this feeling together just a bit longer.