I was first in at Tramp Health, the wellness haven born from London's infamous members' club

Tramp is many things. Hedonistic, glamorous, a camera-free underworld where some of the world's most talked-about figures have gone to let loose for over half a century. But as of now, a hyperbaric oxygen chamber is set to outshine bottle service. Since it was founded in the late sixties, the storied members’ nightclub on Jermyn Street has welcomed everyone from royals to rockstars. And from 2026 onwards, the coveted gathering place has extended its Mayfair footprint into the world of wellness, with a health club not far from its after-hours predecessor with cutting edge-facilities – and an old-school approach to membership. Enter Tramp Health.

I arrive at the end of a long week and make the most of an early autumn walk through Hyde Park towards the former American Embassy, now home to the Chancery Rosewood and its hottest new tenant, Tramp Health.

The interiors, designed by Chelsea studio Tomèf, are cave-like and contemporary; I head through a light-flooded café, then down into a labyrinthine wellness underground. I later learn from founder Luca Maggiora that the interior designer is a Tramp member. As are the names dotting the skincare products in the spa – proof of the network Maggiore has created, and the loyalty many feel to the Tramp brand.

Following a welcome tour around the therapy rooms and wellness space, I dive into my experience here with a most unorthodox start: fifteen minutes of BTL EmSella. This physiotherapy, which basically involves sitting on a chair with hyper-targeted electromagnetic waves, stimulates the pelvic floor muscles and I’m told is the equivalent of doing up to 12,000 kegels.

Next up is the red light therapy bed. Having grown up on Final Destination, I have yet to lie in any kind of lamp bed due to an irrational fear that it’ll never open – but Vanessa, Tramp Health's spa manager, laughs and reassures me it’ll work just fine if I leave it cracked. My 20 minutes are beyond relaxing – a similar-ish feeling to being at the beach, only I’ve swapped my aviators for eye-protector goggles. I’ve done and loved LED face masks before, but reaping the full-body benefits felt great, as I’m obsessed with all things cell repair and skin regeneration and have read how much red light therapy use accelerates these.

Next was the most revolutionary part of the day: a gut massage by Sophie. I’ve heard rave reviews about lymphatic drainage but have never actually experienced one of the massages – I’m a better candidate for deep tissue treatments anyways, as most of my tensions feel muscular, but following this session I’d say there’s no candidate who wouldn’t be right for this. I didn’t just leave with the visible benefits people swear by: after an hour of being guided to breathe with my stomach as Sophie tended to points across the abdomen area, I felt considerably less stressed.

Before my next treatment, I have a poke around the spa facilities: a spacious cedar sauna with a cave-like ceiling and two cold plunges stand out immediately. The latter are at different temperatures – a crucial nuance given the amount of research that women require a lower cold exposure point (compared to men) in order to reap the benefits, whether used for anxiety or recovery. The Technogym and Alo-stamped movement spaces are also something to behold – sleek as ever, the kind of rooms that actually make you want to hit the gym. This is no Soho House where you’ll need to fight for a treadmill: I spot personal trainers and members clad in Tramp Health apparel lifting, stretching and weaving in and out of HIIT and Reformer studios.

Upstairs, in the Tramp Cafe, I meet owner Luca Maggiora for a smoothie and London’s punchiest cold-pressed ginger (I’m always complaining about what feels like a city-wide obsession with adding apple juice to ginger shots). The cafe is an indoor-outdoor terraced situation with a menu that offers everything you might want to fuel your body with post-treatment (I have grilled-to-perfection sea bass) without skimping on more indulgent options like truffle tagliolini. Here, Luca tells me that Tramp Health, which he founded alongside Doctor Mark Mikhail (who is available to see members for everything from blood tests to prescribed health plans) is an extension of the nightclub. It’s a space for members, like him, who enjoy balance: wine, dancing, pasta – in conjunction with optimising their health, in a space where they can connect with like-minded individuals. Luca prioritises member retention over anything else, he tells me, and he personally sits down with any new applicants. Neither deserted nor overcrowded is the goal with this space, he adds, and you can tell: it feels at once social and ultra-private, spacious yet rabbit-holey.

Now that I’ve refuelled, I’m ready for an Aura skin scan and facial with Jayne, the most knowledgeable facialist I’ve ever met – and the most patient. She gives me extensive feedback – all born from the mentality that what works for one person doesn’t necessarily work for another – as I bombard her with questions like: what skincare should I be using? Retinol, niacinamide? The latter, apparently, for my skin type, which is combination but previously breakout-prone, which Jayne tells me will work in my favour over the years, as this delays ageing.

The Aura scan itself is fascinating: it’s a quick, 3D imaging process that captures, then analyses a digital version of your face. I see everything from my facial structure to a breakdown of pores, redness-prone areas – I even spot a part of my cheek where I got frostbite skiing aged 13! The assessment shows my skin’s biological age (reassuring) and problem areas, as intricate as subtle lines on my left side because it’s the one I sleep on. We then head upstairs for the facial, where everything from lymphatic tapping to an ultra-cooling mask is incorporated before a solid papaya peel is applied. I’ve sworn by this fruit and its enzymes – both in my skincare and diet – forever, so I’m excited. “No working out for 48 hours or exfoliating for a week,” Jayne warns, which I protest – I love my morning jogs and my Goop microderm exfoliator – but a week later, I can testify it’s worth it.

I finish my visit with a crystal bowls class. There are only four of us, and I tiptoe in before lying down under a blanket, covering my eyes and letting the sound waves soothe my senses. It’s exactly as the therapist described it would be before beginning – a sonic massage, a full-body experience that you feel really comes from the brain – and I walk out feeling calm and clear-headed.

It’s also worth noting – though I don’t use it – that Tramp Health has a cellular hyperbaric oxygen chamber, which feels like a room from a sci-fi film when I sneak a peek, and IV drip room, both which will be popular options, particularly among frequent flyers. As I spend a fair amount of time in the air myself, I might have to make a return trip, if Luca’s “Come back anytime!” holds true.