The hour
is yours.
Fourteen aircraft. One cabin standard. A host on every flight. Ours, not brokered — you say when, and we say nothing to anyone.
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Wheels up at the minute you said. Not the slot you were given.
Eight thousand. The seatbelt sign goes off. Nobody announces it.
Twenty. Above the weather, and above every airliner in the hold below you.
Thirty-four. The cabin is at five thousand feet. You are not.
Forty-five thousand. Apogee. Nothing up here but us.
- +15°COutside
- 0 ftCabin altitude
- 0.00Mach
The cabin
One cabin. Fourteen aircraft.
Every aircraft in the fleet is ours and fitted the same way: the same seats, the same linen, the same coffee, the same host who knew your name before you reached the stairs. Take the small one to Ibiza for lunch and the big one to Tokyo and you will not notice the difference until you look out of the window.
- 14Aircraft, all ours
- 4Bases, three continents
- 1Cabin standard
The host
Somebody who knew
you were coming.
Fourteen weeks at our own school in Geneva before a first sector. They write the menu for your flight, not a flight. They remember how you take your coffee, and they do not talk unless you do.
- 14Weeks of training
- 1 : 6Host to guests
- 0Cabin announcements
The fleet
Four sizes. One standard.
Light for lunch, mid for the Gulf, super-mid for New York, long for anywhere. The line under each is its range against the longest.
The programme
Hours, not flights.
You buy hours, a year at a time, at a rate we hold for the term. Fly any aircraft in the fleet on them. Twenty-four hours’ notice, anywhere it is based, and it is on the apron.
Discretion
Nobody will know you flew.
- No lounge, no terminal, no queue. The car drives to the stairs.
- No manifest published, no names in our marketing, ever — including yours.
- No photography on our aprons, and none by our crew.
Tell us when.
A route, a date, a number of seats. Someone who can say yes replies within the hour, day or night.
Or call +44 20 7946 0110, any hour