
The Cut & Shave
A proper haircut, a hot-towel cut-throat shave, and a measure of whisky on the way out. Our signature package and the reason most chaps come back.
A proper men's grooming spa tucked behind Marylebone High Street. Cuts, shaves, beards and facials — done slowly, done right, with a measure of single malt for every gentleman on his way out.

No conveyor belt, no upselling, no last-minute extras. You book a chair, you sit down with a paper, and we take our time. Whisky, naturally, comes with every package.

A proper haircut, a hot-towel cut-throat shave, and a measure of whisky on the way out. Our signature package and the reason most chaps come back.

Trim, shape and line out with the straight razor. Beard oil massaged through, brushed and finished. For the gentleman who takes his face seriously.

Deep cleanse, exfoliation, steam towel treatment and a proper face massage. None of the floral nonsense — just a properly looked-after face.
Two chairs side by side. Cuts and shaves for the old man and his boy. A small whisky for the father, a lemonade for the lad. Boys under 16 welcome.

Oak & Iron opened in 2020, just off Marylebone High Street, with one rather simple idea — that a man's grooming ought to feel like an hour off, not a five-minute pit stop. Leather chairs, brass fittings, a properly stocked drinks cabinet, and a clock that nobody pays any attention to.
Bookings only, and one chap at a time. You arrive, you settle in, you have whatever needs doing done thoroughly. A cut, a shave, a beard, a facial — or all four, if the morning allows. On your way out we'll pour you a measure from the cabinet: Highland malt, an Islay, or something rather older if it's a special occasion.
Every gentleman leaves with a complimentary measure from our cabinet — three Highland malts, an Islay, and something a touch older for the regulars who know to ask.
No add-ons, no surprises on the card machine. The whisky comes with the bill, not on it.
Took my father for his 70th — Cut & Shave package each, a proper chat, and a rather generous pour of Highland Park on the way out. The bill was fair, the welcome was warm, and we walked out looking ten years younger. Easily the best hour I've spent in Marylebone all year.
Three minutes from Bond Street, five from Baker Street. Look for the brass nameplate on the door and the oak shutters in the window — we keep the lamp lit until the last chap leaves.