Oscar London, a luxurious escape, is unveiled.

What a wonderful display. What an arresting array. What a glory. And undoubtedly unique. of the Oscar London There is a hotel in honor of Oscar Wilde, Victorian poet, and playwright.

How successfully it reflects his glamorous pursuit of taste and pleasure, his bohemian and decadent spirit. And all this was done with such romance and such theatre.

Opened two years ago, the hotel is housed in the former London headquarters of the Baptist Church in Holborn. During World War II, its fourth floor was damaged by a bomb, and by 1961 only 12 worshipers remained there. It is located in the heart of London, close to popular attractions such as the Royal Opera House and the British Museum, and within easy walking distance of Theatreland, Covent Garden and the West End.

Flags fly outside the Union Jack, and the hotel’s name beckons above from its neon lighting. A hint of the wonderfully flaming world that awaits within me. The original marble floor is the canvas on which the imaginative interior is drawn. Jack Garciathe French designer is best known for his Hotel Costes in Paris, La Mamounia in Marrakech, and NoMad in New York.

The rich interior follows a purple and gold theme. Baroque touches and what a confection of the two Art Deco beauty.

The ornate plastered ceiling and oak panels have been restored to their original glory. There are lots of silks and velvets as well as lots of purples and mustards. Lots of deep rugs as well as lots of tassels and plush furnishings. Books by Assouline and Taschen are scattered here and there. The foyer has a library, cherubs and curtains, and the reception desk is backed by a grand screen. The day room comes with inlaid panels and cabinets covered with colorful exotic butterflies. The entire interior has exceptional finishes.

The 39 bedrooms, starting at $690, come in ascending order of luxury as Superior (with marble bathroom), Deluxe (with a private hallway), Junior Suite, and Duplex Studio (on two floors). . My bedroom had black furniture, red walls, and a gold headboard as part of its luxurious, bold theme.

Crystal hummingbirds swoop around my bedroom perched atop lanterns. The thick curtains that decorated my room gave me a surprisingly sound sleep.

The hotel’s L’oscar restaurant continues its opulent and theatrical theme. My dinner experience felt comfortable and spacious and has twelve tables serving breakfast and bistro-style lunches. This is where sandwiches, cakes and scones are served as traditional components of English afternoon tea.

There’s a bright onyx bar glowing inside and a mirrored ceiling, dotted with latticed orange lights, reflecting off the room. It is filled with potted palms, deep aubergine chairs with deep golden backs, and peacock feather cushions. It looked as sophisticated as a Parisian café, with its fine bone china and hollow-stemmed champagne glasses, from which I enjoyed a Japer Brut Rosé from owner Michel Rainier’s vineyard. For dinner, I had a Cornish crab salad with endive, mango, avocado and chilli which set me up perfectly for tuna tartare and crispy nori dressed in wasabi soy to follow. It was successfully paired with a glass of Sauvignon de Touraine, ‘Fleur de Printemps’. The evening felt very atmospheric and transported me to a majestic fantasy world.

Up the concrete stairs, I walked past its seven-story birdcage chandelier and passed by a statue of a nude woman, completely and joyfully left. For here, and hidden away, is the impressive, soaring octagonal former chapel. It is now the hotel’s cocktail bar, The Baptist, adorned with oak paneling, cracked glass, and plush velvet furnishings. It struck me as a perfect place for romantic ceremonies and wedding receptions. Cocktails have biblical names and visiting musicians play live on weekends. Nearby smokers can enjoy their own small, secret garden, called the Blue Tree because they take shelter under a copper tree in full bloom.

Oscar Wilde would have appreciated that this place of worship has now been transformed into a luxurious boutique hotel. He once quipped that moderation is a deadly thing. The hotel has taken this literally to create a grand, grand feast.