A BON TON Summer in Nantucket

There are places we return to not for what changes, but for what remains, unchanged, unhurried, and achingly beautiful.

Nantucket is one of those places. An island suspended in time, where breezes carry the scent of salt, roses, and memory, and every seashell in your pocket feels like a keepsake from a story only you remember.

This is not just a guide. It’s a love letter to the cobblestone streets, weathered shingles, and lavender skies of a place that, for us, holds the soul of summer.

🌞 From Dawn Light to Dusk Breezes

Mornings begin early on the island, in that hushed, golden way only Nantucket can manage. You’ll find us tucked into a tiny table at Black-Eyed Susan’s, the kitchen clattering, coffee strong, sunlight flickering through the shutters. It’s the kind of breakfast that stays with you all day—eggs just right, a berry scone, the low hum of fellow early risers making plans for boats and beaches.

By midday, the sky is wide and the air honey-warm. We slip into our Nantucket Reds, that washed-out, sun-faded tone that belongs only to this place, and set sail into a soft wind. The water sparkles. The sails snap gently overhead. It’s the kind of afternoon where time unspools—and everything unnecessary falls away.

Later, sand still between our toes, we head to Sandbar at Jetties Beach, for buck a shuck, the rosé is cold, and the breeze carries laughter from one table to the next. The day lingers like salt on your skin—briny, bright, and impossible to hold onto.

🍸 Where We Go, What We Love

There are lunches that stretch into dinners, where the rosé flows like conversation. The Club Car, with its piano and flickering candlelight, has seen more than one midsummer toast. Oysters and cocktails at the Yacht Club, golf in the late-day sun, lobster rolls eaten seaside, and book browsing at Mitchell’s—these are the rituals that anchor the soul of the island.

And then there are the quieter joys—masthead women watching from the Whaling Museum, mysterious and maternal. Nantucket Looms, where handwoven linens and wooden frames feel like home. The Cliffs, when the sea turns silver. Bon Ton, the original curiosity shop and inspiration for BON TON goods. And always, always, the breeze.

Nantucket isn’t just a destination. It’s a feeling—one we try to carry back with us. In freckles, in photographs, in the glint of a gemstone worn long after the season fades.

Let this be your invitation to return, or perhaps to arrive for the very first time.