I’ve had a mocktail served in a crystal coupe at 3,000 feet above the Maldives. I’ve soaked in a cedar tub while snow fell on the Alps. I’ve paid $1,200 a night for a room with no minibar.

Luxury isn’t the thread count. It’s the silence when no one offers you a drink.

Look for:

Spas where “detox” means infrared, not juice cleanses.
Private chefs who plate cacao ceremonies, not champagne pairings.
Helicopter transfers to places where the only buzz is altitude.

Book the villa that forgets alcohol exists. The rest is just a view.