Yvonne S
Google
Update in 2025: My second stay during the autumn foliage season—beautiful, though not as stunning as last year when the leaves were at their peak.
The service was still warm and attentive, especially when I arrived with a slight cold.
But the breakfast was disappointing this time. Last year’s French-style breakfast and desserts were excellent, while this year’s Italian breakfast fell short.
Travel is always an ichigo ichie moment. Until next time.
Below was in 2024: This hotel is next level, it’s not just a hotel, it’s an experience.
Arriving in Kyoto late at night, I stepped out of the taxi as it turned into a quiet little lane. The glowing sign of “Kikusui” came into view, marking the start of a solo journey I’d gifted myself after a year of hard work. As I walked along the serene path steeped in Zen, the inn’s hostess greeted me at the entrance. Check-in was smooth—selecting breakfast time, exchanging pleasantries—and soon, I was finally led to my room.
I had long forgotten the specifics of my booking and spent much of the journey trying to recall what had drawn me to this place. But as the hostess slid open the door to my room, my breath caught. Outside the latticed window, illuminated by soft nightlights, stood a brilliant crimson maple, its beauty so striking I was utterly captivated. It was as if the universe had whispered, “Surprise.” No expectations truly do lead to the best surprises. The hostess, with a gentle smile, said softly, “It’s the perfect time. Please enjoy.”
Let me start with this: it’s the most enchanting inn I’ve ever stayed in during autumn. That single maple tree—standing gracefully outside my window—seemed to exist just for this room, offering a private panorama that no other guest could glimpse.
The inn itself is small, housing only six rooms. For this solo retreat, I chose the smallest, Room 203, a cozy yet luxurious 39 square meters. A quick glance at the layout suggested that Room 202 might offer an even better view of the autumn foliage with its larger windows. Their marketing, however, doesn’t do the property justice; the photos online gave no hint of this breathtaking maple. If I could rewind time, I’d pick 202 without hesitation, but perhaps that’s a treasure for my next visit.
The room is thoughtfully designed with a separate dry and wet bathroom layout. The bedroom lies further inside, and sliding doors between spaces allow for a warm, private atmosphere at night. The minibar is stocked with complimentary drinks—sparkling champagne, cold beer, and a variety of teas and coffees, perfect for indulging in a quiet evening.
Every guest receives a physical key, handed back to the front desk each time you leave and returned upon your arrival. There’s something old-worldly charming about this ritual, as if each exchange signifies a moment of connection with the inn’s spirit.
Breakfast first morning was a traditional Japanese affair—beautifully presented but not entirely to my taste, as it leaned heavily on cold dishes. Yet, the rice was exceptional, each grain a testament to the art of simplicity perfected. The end morning was amazing! It was a Japanese plus French fusion. The scallop porridge was great so I asked for more again and again, then three course desert came was fantastic too!
Great location, walking distance to 永观堂 and 南禅寺, and many good restaurants.
Ichigo ichie—a once-in-a-lifetime encounter. I had the privilege of experiencing this fleeting season of fiery maples, each leaf whispering its gratitude to the passing breeze. My heart is full.
