Maison Blanche

A single motif — milk-white linen against terracotta light — sustained from the daytime ceremony to the final toast. The colour story refused gold and refused ivory; it stayed precisely between them.

A nineteenth-century estate north of Telavi, opened privately for a single weekend. We worked with three terraces: a daytime ceremony in the upper grove, an apéritif among the cypresses, and a 280-guest dinner along the lower olive walk.

We removed the dance floor. The evening moved instead — guests followed the music between the terraces, returning to their seats only for the toasts. The bride and groom were never seated; they walked the line.

Service — eighteen staff, two head waiters, a single sommelier. Florals — four thousand stems, eighty percent sourced within twelve kilometres of the estate. Music — a Georgian polyphonic ensemble at dusk, a string quartet through dinner, a Tbilisi DJ until four.