You can tell a lot about a house by the details nobody had to get right. Here, someone got them right. Walk through the steel-framed doors and the light does the rest: a curved white oak stair, brass sconces, parquet underfoot, and an arched view straight through to the pool. You will want to stand there a second. The primary suite is the reason to buy the house. It opens through its own foyer, with a coffee bar for the first cup and a window bench for the second. The bath sets a soaking tub inside a marble arch, under a glass chandelier, facing a window full of trees. Two white oak vanities, so nobody's things end up on your side. Marble underfoot, warm brass everywhere your hand lands. The kitchen looks like a magazine and works like someone actually cooks here. A fluted white oak island, quartzite and marble counters, a pot filler, paneled refrigeration, and glass-front cabinets lit from within. The mess goes next door to a moody slate butler's pantry, so the kitchen stays photo-ready even on a Tuesday. Hosting takes care of itself. A paneled dining room under a coffered ceiling. A wet bar with brass rails and wine refrigeration, plus separate wine storage. A powder room with a fluted Viola marble vanity and wallpaper, because guests always look. The living room has beamed ceilings, a marble fireplace, and lit white oak shelves for your books and the pieces you brought home from trips. Every secondary bath has its own color and handmade tile, so no bedroom feels like a copy of the one next door. Even the hardworking rooms got real thought: limestone floors in the mudroom and laundry, a rod for hanging clothes straight from the dryer, and a pool bath so wet feet never reach the white oak. Built by Jonathan Max.