Sarastar begins where most yachts leave off. At just over sixty metres, she is built for real distance, with a transatlantic range and the composure to cross oceans while her twelve guests feel none of the effort. Step aboard and the detail unfolds slowly. Back-lit onyx in the main salon, marble underfoot, an amber crystal chandelier above the dining table, and an onyx island that turns quietly into a bar as the evening arrives. The bridge deck salon layers velvet and silk with crystal tables and a dining setting cut from stone. Six cabins, each drawn with its own textiles and semi-precious detailing, rest her guests in genuine comfort, and a crew of fifteen keep the whole vessel moving with practiced ease. Her outdoor spaces are where she truly opens up. The foredeck shifts from sunbathing to dance floor as the mood turns, an oversized glass-enclosed space holds a bar, a lounge and a place to train, and below the waterline the beach club becomes an alfresco bar once the sun drops. She cruises above twenty knots when the plan calls for it, then slows to let a harbour reveal itself. Moored off Monaco during the Grand Prix, she is as much a vantage point as a home on the water. Some meetings, after all, are better held at anchor, with the whole coast laid out before you.
