If your heart resides in the curl of a fern or the iridescent trail of a snail, you’ve likely spent hours wandering through misty goblincore Pinterest boards. We are right there with you, but we don’t just scroll through those dreams; we picked up our trowels and built one.

Earthy Magic, Not “Minimalist White”

Luxury shouldn't feel clinical. In the Under Hill Suite, we’ve traded “modern chic” for the gnarled embrace of ancient roots and weathered stone. Every inch of this burrow is hand-sculpted to feel as though it was exhaled by the earth centuries ago. It is a space designed for “clutter” in the best sense — a curated, imaginary history of trinkets and textures that belongs only to you.

The Comfort of the Burrow

Even the most dedicated forest-dweller craves a warm place to retreat. We’ve hidden the modern world behind a veil of magic:

• Your own private patch of garden, featuring a trickling waterfall for moonlit dreaming under the stars.

• Radiant in-floor heating that feels like a sun-warmed rock in a forest clearing.

• An ultra-deep soaker tub for two, designed for a long, hot thaw after a day of wandering.

Step Into Your Story

Under Hill is for the collectors of shiny stones, the lovers of folk tales, and the seekers of quiet, mossy magic. Your corner of the woods is waiting…

Explore our Under Hill Suite & Book Your Stay

Your next big milestone deserves an escape that is completely out of this world.

Whether you are plotting the ultimate marriage proposal, celebrating an anniversary, or escaping Vancouver for a whimsical birthday staycation, the Hazelnut Inn in Chilliwack, BC, is ready to host your next great chapter. Tucked away just an hour or so outside the city, our adults-only boutique inn features three fully immersive fantasy realms.

Which adventure will you choose?

🧭 The North Star 🧭

Set sail on a mythical maritime voyage aboard a fairytale tall-ship. Admire ancient nautical relics, gaze at glowing constellations, and relax to the sound of your own private waterfalls.

👑 The Copper Crown 👑

Claim your throne beneath soaring castle ceilings. Scale the steps to your majestic tower bedroom, and plot your kingdom’s future in a private, starlit courtyard.

🍂 The Under Hill 🍂

Channel your inner hobbit in a cozy, subterranean sanctuary. Burrow in beside a glowing stone hearth and splash in a luxury tub built for two.

Why You’ll Obsess Over the Magic

• Private Entrances: Skip the crowds with your own personal, garden entrance.

• No Kids Allowed: Enjoy a completely peaceful, romantic, and quiet atmosphere.

• Gourmet Spoils: Raid a complimentary basket packed with premium local treats.

• Quirky Quests: Don whimsical cloaks and feed the resident pond fish.

Don’t Let Your Story Slip Away

With only three exclusive worlds available, these suites disappear faster than a wizard’s rabbit — especially on weekends.

In the emerald hollow of the Fraser Valley, some homes are not built upon the earth but breathed into it. If you crave the scent of sun-warmed yarrow and the deep quiet of the earth, your path will inevitably lead to the Under Hill.

There, where ancient roots entwine like sleeping giants, old Mr. Burrows makes his home. His is a lineage so attuned to the subterranean pulse of the land that he shares a heartbeat with the twitching whiskers and quick feet of the rabbit-folk. And, to see his soul, one has only to look at the lintel above the Under Hill’s weathered fir door. There, washed by a thousand rainy seasons, is an inscription — which could be translated: A Sanctuary Of Heart’s Ease.

To cross his threshold is to surrender to a dream of amber light. Inside, a labyrinth of lace doilies and patchwork quilts offers the embrace of a mother’s lullaby. Even the floorboards seem to radiate a warmth that slows time to the pace of a germinating seed.

The venerable Mr. Burrows — following a sudden, clairvoyant whim — has departed for the far horizon. While he seeks whatever the stars have promised him, he has left us the keys to the Under Hill and you are invited to surrender your weariness to these subterranean chambers. We know the old man’s spirit, ever hospitable, would find joy in sharing his hearth with a kindred soul.