Fly me to... Lapland
From the far north of Inari to the forests of Rovaniemi, Lapland unfolds between ice and flame. A land of ancient woods and Arctic light, it strikes like a polar poem. A frozen lake, a wind-swept island. Glass igloos pointed toward Ivalo’s star-filled sky. Octola, a hidden refuge among ridges and reindeer. The Hideout, pure lines facing the still pines. Each stop feels suspended in time, ice cracking, birch smoke rising, Arctic dreams unfurling. The cold bites, the warmth floods in. A raw, inward Lapland, almost shamanic.
The Breath of the North
Under the northern sky, the world narrows to what matters. Silence is not empty, it’s alive. The air burns clean, thoughts fade, and every flicker of light feels sacred. Lapland asks you to listen, to the snow, to the breath of dogs, to the whisper of fire. Time stretches, night lingers, and you learn to move at the pace of the land.
Beauty here needs no witness.
We love the Lapland for…
Night turns into a spectacle. We fall asleep beneath the sky, ready for the auroras to burst without warning. A moment that steals the breath, caught between ice and light.
The body sheds its layers. Ice water bites, steam releases. The contrast awakens something primal. Well-being here isn’t promised, it’s inevitable.
In the cold, warmth becomes ritual. Around a birch fire, voices blend, gloves dry, faces glow. Togetherness comes easily here.
Engines roar across frozen tracks. Karting or ice driving, speed cuts through the silence. Pure adrenaline in a still white world.
Led by the breath of huskies, we glide through the taiga. The cold stings, the landscape rushes by, the heart beats to the rhythm of the dogs. Freedom, in its purest form, only the whisper of runners on snow.
Weisse’s selection
In the far north, Lake Inari stretches like an inland sea. At its heart, a private island reachable by boat in summer or snowmobile in winter, already a journey into solitude. Everything follows the rhythm of silence. The misty sauna, the hushed library, the slow walk through blue snow. Sometimes a Sami fisherman teaches ancestral gestures, sometimes the fire alone lights the night. Between moments, you join a Wool Sock Nature Walk, each step sinking softly, or surrender to Arctic Floating, drifting in icy water within a thermal suit. The island also shelters the Soul Pharmacy, a heritage from pharmacist Castrén, offering nature-inspired rituals and remedies. Neurosonic beds, herbal infusions, prescriptions for the mind, all inviting you to slow down. More than a refuge, Aino is an inward voyage at the heart of a polar dream. Dawn is silver, almost unreal.
Descending into Ivalo’s taiga, sleep takes on new meaning. Heated glass igloos stretch toward the sky, private observatories where the auroras burst, unpredictable and pure. At dawn, the forest bears the tracks of foxes and snow-laden pines. You ride a husky sled, the breath of the dogs in sync with the snow’s rhythm, or hike on snowshoes into the deep woods. Back home, sauna smoke curls, icy plunges revive, dinner gathers the voices again. Aurora Village is more than a place to sleep, it’s a stage for the Arctic night.
Hidden within 300 hectares of wilderness, Octola feels like a private lodge and a friend’s house at once. Velvet libraries, dark timber, thick wool, a kitchen born from the forest. You ski through taiga trails, race snowmobiles along frozen ridges, follow reindeer through silent woods. Sometimes an elk appears before the stillness returns, padded, almost sacred. Every day feels like an initiation. At night, stories rise by candlelight, blending myths, hunts, and laughter. Here, winter sets the rhythm, and you learn to wear it like a second skin.
Just beyond the Arctic Circle, villas rise among birch and pine, minimalist shapes on white canvas. Luxury hides in the details, in space and stillness. Wide glass panes frame the forest like a living scene: foxes crossing, snow swirling sideways. Days flow between husky rides, cross-country skiing, and meals crafted by a private chef in the warmth of pale wood. For thrill-seekers, the Speed & Ice experience sharpens the senses, ice driving, pure velocity in a frozen world. The Finns say silence speaks louder than words. They’re right. Each breath feels enough.
The story
“What strikes us first is the silence. The real kind. We walk through the snow, steps muffled, breath short, and it feels as if the world has stopped. Reindeer move soundlessly, pines bend under frost, and then the sky suddenly opens, waves of green, pink, violet, the northern lights. You never get used to it, not even after years. We stand there, wordless, faces frozen, eyes burning. When the cold starts to bite, we head back to the warmth, firewood crackling, sauna heat sinking into the skin, soup thick with earth and juniper.
We love those contrasts: the cold that wakes, the fire that heals, the rush of sliding fast across ice, blood alive again. Here, life strips down to something simple : Eat. Move. Breathe. Be. Nothing else.”
— Olivier Weisse
Localisation
Dreaming of a tailor-made journey through Lapland?
With Weisse taking care of every detail, all you need to do is pull on your wool boots and follow the northern light. Glass igloos, silent forests, birch fires, frozen lakes, beauty here doesn’t insist, it reveals itself to those who wait. Ready to go?