Who is Monica Amari

There are women you meet, and women you remember. I like to believe I’m the latter.

Born and raised in the Netherlands, I’m a woman shaped by contrast—grounded in a fulfilling career, yet drawn to elegance, intimacy, and life’s finer pleasures. My world is layered: poised between structure and spontaneity, refinement and exploration, serenity and sensation.

Outside of my professional life, I’m deeply devoted to the things that ignite the senses. Discovering restaurants is almost an art form to me—whether it’s an unassuming trattoria tucked into a narrow Roman alley, a tasting menu in Barcelona that dances across the palate, or warm, fragrant dishes savoured by candlelight in Marrakesh after wandering through its endless souks. Food, for me, is more than nourishment. It’s ritual. Connection. Pleasure shared slowly.

My love for travel is woven into the fabric of who I am. I’ve explored the sweeping landscapes of Africa, the rhythm of South America, the ancient calm of Asia, and the classic allure of Europe’s cities. From rooftop terraces in Istanbul to the sun-washed promenades of Marbella, I find inspiration in the diversity of it all. Each place I visit lingers with me, influencing how I live, how I dress, how I feel.

I have always been drawn to elegance, even as a young girl flipping through glossy magazines. I remember reading features in Cosmopolitan about women who lived boldly, who embodied confidence, charm, and allure—women who were not just admired but deeply desired. Something about that life stayed with me. Quietly. Persistently.

Years later, I stepped into that world—not as fantasy, but as choice. I became a companion not for the sake of appearance, but because it aligned with who I am at my core: attentive, curious, intuitive. A woman who finds joy in meaningful connection, who embraces sensuality as both art and instinct.

This life, for me, is not an escape. It’s an extension. It’s the side of myself that isn’t always visible in the everyday—but it’s always present. Being Monica Amari is not a performance. It’s a state of being. One that honours grace, mystery, and the kind of intimacy that lingers long after the night ends.

And this—this is just the beginning.