On a snowy January evening, my boyfriend and I, punch drunk with cabin fever, furiously brainstormed about a much-needed romantic getaway to a warmer part of the earth. After reading an article about Cowshed Spa’s second U.S. opening at the new Soho Beach Club in Miami, I had become obsessed. The shabby chic spa, nestled in the beachfront hotel on South Beach, is the latest edition to the Cowshed family, which launched in 1998 at Babington House – a contemporary country house hotel and Somerset outpost of Soho House, London. This sounded like the perfect cure for the winter of our discontent. Since Valentine’s Day was approaching, we decided that we’d splurge and make a trip. While he tended to booking the room, I logged onto the website and the 60-minute Cowshed Massage for Two caught my eye.
The minute I walked in, I felt as if I had been swept away to the English Countryside. The floors were lined with recycled bar wood and the two story space housed the treatment rooms, dressing rooms (each equipped with steam rooms, showers and relaxation areas) and a blow dry bar. While waiting for our treatments in our respective dressing rooms, I sipped on the cucumber infused water and read the complimentary copy of House magazine. All within an eyes distance were the crashing waves of the beach.
My masseuse came to collect me and I was escorted into the couple’s room to find my other half. The room felt like our own private cottage and the scented candles and daffodils further transported us on a sensory journey across the pond. After choosing an aromatherapy oil to match my mood, I positioned myself comfortably on the plush table. I looked across the way at my boyfriend, who was on his table, and felt so happy to be sharing this experience with him. Self-admitting massage addicts, this was our first couple’s massage.
The next 60 minutes were pure bliss. My masseuse seemed to know exactly where my trouble areas were as if my muscles were speaking directly to her. When she gently whispered that our time had come to an end, I opened my eyes to look over at my boyfriend who seemed to be coming out of a lucid dream state. Our masseuses’ led us back to our separate dressing rooms where we had access to the steam room and the heavenly showers with an array of Cowshed’s signature products, with cheeky names like Knackered Cow and Grumpy Cow (including take home samples, which I continue to enjoy). The oversized showerhead made it feel as if you were bathing under your own rain cloud and perfectly illustrates Cowshed’s attention to detail.
About 45 minutes later (it was hard to leave the dressing room), I met my boyfriend in the Cowshed shop, where we couldn’t help but make a few souvenir purchases from the selection of bath products and spa wear. Alas our spa treatment had come to an end and it was time to experience the other pleasures of the Soho Beach House. Who knew that the highlight of our romantic South Beach trip would be a charming daytrip to the U.K.?