A marriage made in pop-minimalist heaven, Bliss and the W New York. Hotel guests get priority BIP status that translates to last-minute Blissages, not $400-bottles of Absolut, sorry. Business travelers clomp around in standard-issue Havaianas. Hit the gratis brownie buffet between expensing Quadruple Thighpass scrubs and Hot Milk-and-Almond Pedicures. Homme Improvement facials for the pocket-square set. Personal flat screens and headsets in the nail nook, Stairmasters in the comp gym. Eff yoga, this is sheer bliss.