Four yachts we know inch by inch, each sailed by a crew who has served aboard her for seasons, not weeks.
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A modern classic ketch that rewards people who love to sail.
6 guests · from €38,000
Three decks of quiet, contemporary calm.
10 guests · from €95,000
Barefoot ease and shallow-water freedom.
8 guests · from €29,000
A 1936 schooner with ninety years in her timber.
6 guests · from €55,000
Three routes refined over fourteen summers, each adapted around your party, your pace and the weather.
All destinationsWhat a charter really costs, how the booking unfolds, and what your days on board can hold.
Meet Ondine
Ten days of real sailing between white islands, from Athens down the chain to Milos.
Clear the Attic coast by early afternoon and make the short crossing to Kea, the first white island in the chain. Vourkari's harbour front is three tavernas and a chandlery, which is all a first evening needs.
A proper morning sail with the meltemi on the beam. Ermoupoli, the Cyclades' forgotten capital, rises in neoclassical tiers of ochre and rose: an opera house, marble squares, and not a souvenir shop in sight.
Anchor away from the noise in Ornos and take Mykonos as a raid: morning in the old town while it still belongs to its cats, lunch back on board, and an afternoon at a quiet beach the tender knows on the north shore.
An hour on the silent marble of Delos before the tour boats, walking streets abandoned two thousand years ago. Then a broad reach south to Naoussa, whose miniature Venetian harbour hosts the best table in the islands.
The tallest, greenest Cyclade. Climb through the Portara at sunset, or drive inland to marble villages where the kafeneion has one table and it is yours. The chef restocks here: Naxos cheese, potatoes, citron.
Down among the islets: Koufonisia, where the water turns a blue that looks retouched and is not. Swim into sea caves, lunch on the hook, and let the afternoon disappear without appointments.
Ios keeps its south coast quiet. Manganari's triple bay is sand, salt cedar and one grill house. An evening climb to the chora rewards with the archipelago laid out in lights below.
Approach the caldera as it should be approached: by sea, cliffs of ash and pumice rising a thousand feet overhead. Anchor beneath Oia, ride up before sunset, and watch the crowds face the wrong way while your boat swings quietly below.
The connoisseur's island. A cliff-edge chora, one bus, and a bay where yours may be the only mast. Dinner in the square under the almond trees, where the waiter remembers our crews by name.
A final morning among Milos' mineral coves, white as bone at Sarakiniko, then into Adamas to disembark. Flights connect through Athens; regret is universal.
Ten days is the honest minimum for the Cyclades; with the meltemi blowing, the crew will re-order islands so the wind works for you, never against. Twelve days lets you add Sifnos and Serifos on the way home.
May and September give the kindest wind and the emptiest harbours. Tell us your dates.
