What: Down the marble stairs of this luxurious bolt-hole next to the airport, a steam room with a twinkling crystal ceiling and a sauna preface five treatment rooms (one for couples).
The look: Pan-ESPA (dim lighting with flickering candles) with pan-Asian and Indian touches (rose petals float in a white marble basin at the entrance, where there's a pungent odor of lemongrass) and seriously therapeutic overtones (relaxation couches recall medical beds).
Who goes: The internationally jet-lagged and in-transit idle.
The treatment: The blissful two-hour signature Essence of Leela starts with a ritual foot wash, followed by a brisk body-brushing to exfoliate, a scrub and cleanse, and then a deep-tissue massage with oil and hot stones. The grand finale is a brief bout of gentle limb-tweaking to realign the chakras. Ask for Dippi.
P.S.: Look in at the Ali Baba's cave of curio shops for last-minute souvenirs ($65-$163).