Villas Hvar

The island of Hvar is a bit like a symphony. It’s the way the light shines on stone, how the waves sound against the shore and laughter curls through old streets. This summer, we’ve taken that island rhythm and given it a soundtrack: a handpicked playlist that pairs songs with the places that inspired them. From sleepy hamlets to the wild cliffs above the Adriatic, each track holds the spirit of a moment, a mood and a corner of this island we love.

You know about those holiday places that call you back over and over again? There are certain homes that become more than just holiday addresses. They turn into personal retreats that stay with you forever. 

There are villa agencies. Then there is Villas Hvar. To call it a business would be missing the point entirely. What Majda and Dalibor have created is a deeply personal, beating-heart kind of venture born of love for their island, shaped by years of experience and guided by an unwavering commitment to care for their guests as though they were dear friends returning home.

For years, Hvar has been the Adriatic’s most open secret. It’s talked about between friends over long dinners. It’s quietly bookmarked by well-heeled travellers who prefer discretion over display. It’s known to those who seek beauty without bravado. Unsurprisingly, the world has caught on.

Every summer, as the sun ripens over Hvar’s hillsides, the small village of Velo Grablje transforms into a sea of purple. The scent of lavender thickens the air, curling through old stone buildings and spilling down terraced slopes. 

It’s time to reveal Hvar’s best-kept secret: a series of hidden refuges woven into its wild landscapes. These villas are sanctuaries cradled by pine-laden winds, olive groves and the endless Adriatic. Far from the noise of everyday life, they invite you to dissolve into nature.

Long before Villas Hvar became a name synonymous with soulful luxury and local authenticity, it was simply a shared dream — a glimmer of possibility between two Hvar natives who knew there was a different way to welcome the world to Hvar island.

There’s a hush that falls over Hvar as Easter approaches, a quiet reverence that’s both ancient and deeply felt. It’s not the silence of slumber but of anticipation. In the stillness of the April dusk, when the Adriatic is a mirror to the heavens and the scent of wild rosemary floats on the breeze, a sacred tradition stirs once more: Za Križen — "Following the Cross."