The lounge
Three rooms, forty seats, and a ventilation system we spent more on than the furniture.
The building
Marbury Street ran on cotton once, and 1140 was where a broker named Vane kept his books. When we found it the floors were under carpet and the transoms were painted shut. Both are back.
What we didn't preserve was the air. A room like this earns its reputation on whether hour three feels as good as hour one, so we put eight air changes an hour behind the walls and hid every register in the millwork. You'll notice it by not noticing anything.
The rest was restraint: heart pine, oxblood leather, brass that's allowed to go dull, and lamps low enough that nobody's face is lit like an interrogation.
The three rooms
Sixteen seats around the bar, and the most conversation. Where you sit if you came in alone and don't intend to stay that way. First come, always.
Eight wingbacks, a fireplace that works from November, and an unwritten rule about volume that the regulars enforce better than we could. The room for the long talk.
Brick walls, a fig tree, and heaters for the six weeks Charleston needs them. Open air, which on the right October night is the only room anyone wants.
The room
House manners
Take a call outside. The courtyard gate is the closest door.
Cigars from our humidor only. It's how the room stays licensed, and it's how the keeper stays useful.
Dress however you're comfortable. People arrive from boardrooms and from boats. Both are welcome; neither is the standard.
Twenty-one and over, all night, every night. No exceptions, including the courtyard.
This site is for sale
One lounge will own it.
It could be yours.
$2,800 · sold once · live in about a week
Hollis & Vane is not a real business. The name, address, telephone, prices and stock are all invented, and none of the forms are connected to anything. Your name, your photographs and your prices go in place of the invented ones, and it launches on your domain.
What's Included · $2,800