Within die berge is like being afield, on die berge. Stone, ore, conifers, flowers, beauty. Clean air. Lucid, spacious. Stunning landscape, enchanting scents. Then the sheep fly past. Lichen conquers rock. There stand the deer. The conifer wood bends, loses its needles. Flowers bloom across fields. Perfume fills the trails. The Pult family love die berge. Nature, wildlife, hiking, mountaineering, the Ötztal culture. So the hotel is already the mountains. Already, as it stands in their midst. But also because treasures can be found here:
The hidden spots with alpine pastures, the places where lichen may be found, the ancient larch conifers, the airiest peaks, the clearest streams, the untouched snow slopes, and the most beautiful ways to them. Where chamois go to drink water, the pastures for sheep, and glades with deer.
But most important: here you can find yourself. die berge are loaded with myths and stories. A few of them want to be told. Over a two-year journey these came into being. Some through deep research, some were already there, waiting to be written down, others we unearthed ourselves. Some are completely new, like the one where I was moved to tears. I suggested to the Pult family that the seat cushions in the breakfast area be the color and shape of the unique Ötztal lichens. Then Karoline arrives at my Innsbruck office with something of great importance! A ten kilogram stone dressed in lichen. Her ten-year-old daughter, Viktoria, had proudly borne it down from a valley 2400 meters up, just so I could sample the colors.
Horst Philipp, Designer, Tante Lotte