Never expected, never part of what we agree on — and never forgotten. If you enjoy giving, this is what I actually love.
A gift is not part of our arrangement and never will be. It buys nothing, changes nothing about what we have agreed, and its absence is invisible to me — most of the gentlemen I see best have never brought a thing. This page exists for the opposite reason: some of you enjoy giving and would rather not guess. So here is the guessing removed.
Three ways, in the order I would suggest them. All of them keep your name and my address out of a third party’s database.
Bought from the house directly, delivered to my email in a minute. Nothing ships, nothing is stored, and it works whether I am in Denver or on a mountain that week. This is the one I would pick.
Brought to a dinner or left on the table afterwards. Flowers, a bottle, something small you saw and thought of me — the version I remember longest, because you chose it in front of me.
For anything larger, or anything that needs a size, ask me and I will introduce you to the person who handles purchases and delivery on my behalf. You deal with them, not with a shipping form.
Houses rather than specific items, so you can choose within them. Where a house has a gift card, its name links straight to it.
Peonies, white roses, hydrangeas. Both of these are Denver houses and both deliver, though I would rather you walked in with them than had them sent — the arriving is most of the gift. Zalea keeps peonies in season; Newberry Brothers has been doing this since 1950.
The thing I own the most of and still want more of. I lean warm and unmistakable over fresh and polite — amber, oud, fig, a little smoke. I rarely wear perfume to a first meeting, which is a discretion matter and not a preference.
I dress for the evening we are having, and I like having more range to do it with. Gift cards here are close to perfect: they let me buy the piece for the occasion rather than the piece someone imagined months earlier.
Beautifully made, structured, black or deep red before anything else. My clothing size is below; a bra size is the one thing it will not tell you, so for anything built around one, ask — or send the card and let me handle the fitting.
I have moved from fast fashion to things that last, which is a nicer way of saying I have expensive taste and no hurry. Gold over silver. Classic over clever. Something I can wear every day without thinking about it.
I am in Aspen, Vail and Telluride often enough that a night somewhere beautiful is never wasted on me. The Little Nell and the St. Regis are the two I keep going back to. Hotel credit, airline credit, or simply a room for a weekend you would like me to spend somewhere with you.
So you never have to ask, and so nothing has to go back. Womenswear sizing disagrees with itself across countries, so the equivalents are here too — where a house disagrees with this chart, trust the house and ask me.
A donation in my name to a cause that protects women who have less choice than I do is a gift I will thank you for more warmly than a handbag. Tell me you did it and I will not ask for the amount.
You will notice this page sends you to the houses themselves and never to a wishlist platform. That is deliberate. Those services sit between us, take a cut from you, hold my details in a database I do not control, and have a documented habit of both leaking that data and closing accounts like mine without notice. A gift card and a dinner reservation need none of them.
Ask about the concierge, a size I have not listed, or anything on this page.
