Irina & Irakli
Wedding · Chateau Mukhrani · 40 guests
A wedding of forty at the residence of a royal house, forty minutes from Tbilisi — a ceremony facing the pink facade, dinner under the glass of the orangery, and a night program in the garden.
- Format
- Wedding
- Venue
- Chateau Mukhrani
- Region
- Mtskheta district, Georgia
- Date
- May 6, 2025
- Guests
- ~40
ScopeFull organization by SENTI — concept to completion
Morning in the suite
The day opened in the palace rooms with the quietest frame of the whole archive: a white bouquet resting on a patterned sofa, waiting. Mornings like this are engineered by leaving them alone; the schedule holds a protected hour when nothing is delivered, moved or rehearsed.
The palace steps
The ceremony faced the pink facade. Banks of white flowers with pillar candles framed the entrance, white chairs stood in two blocks on the lawn, and a champagne table waited at the side. White and green against rose-colored stone was the whole color argument; nothing else was allowed to compete with the building.
Between the acts
Two interludes carried the afternoon. Inside, the mirrored hall gave the dress its full length in a single frame, the train laid out across the parquet. Outside, guests gathered under the old tree in the garden while the evening rooms were finished. A palace this size lets the day breathe; the timeline was written to use that, with the couple and the guests never waiting in the same place twice.
A wedding here either argues with the palace or agrees with it. We agreed where it counts and went intimate where it matters.
Dinner under glass
May at Mukhrani carries weather risk, so the dinner went into the estate's glasshouse from the start rather than as a plan B. One chandelier, glass to the sky, tables in a room that works in rain and in clear weather alike. The forecast held; the architecture would have held either way. That is what a weather answer looks like when it is designed instead of improvised.
Night
After dark the estate switched registers. The first dance went into falling confetti and low fog on a darkened floor; the cake was cut on the lawn between cold sparkler fountains, string lights mapping the garden overhead. The palace, lit from below, stayed in the last frames the way it stayed in the first ones: as the co-author.
