The upstairs suite at 95 is where the adult kids get their own space—private bedroom, bath, laundry, kitchen (minus the stove), and a bridge to the guest house. No borrowed rooms, no sharing with the grandkids. Just the right amount of separation, a walk-in closet, and wallpaper that costs as much as a small Italian SUV.

The bathroom? Lux, dramatic, and better than most master baths (yes, we said it). But unless you’re a guest, you’ll never see it—which is a shame, because it’s probably nicer than yours.

Every detail here is intentional. Privacy is standard, personality is everywhere, and comfort never takes a back seat to taste. Upstairs at 95: you’re either in, or you’re wishing you were.