I’m Biba, Rio-born, New-York-seasoned, and my studio is your detour from Midtown gridlock to slow-dripping calm. Slip through my door near Hudson Yards, feel coconut-scented steam kiss your skin, and let warm, seaweed-rich Nuru gel turn every glide into liquid gold. 

My background in yoga therapy means you’ll sense deliberate, breath-matched stretches melting deep muscle tension, while feather-soft passes coax heat into the places stress loves to hide.

Expect spotless linens, UV-sterilized tools, and zero judgment—just velvety light, mellow Afro-beat playlists, and an entrance discreet enough for Wall Street execs and curious couples alike. Choose a focused 60-minute reset, a languid 90-minute honey-flow journey, or invite your partner for a shared slide that rewires connection.

When you rise, city noise feels miles away and your skin hums like it just discovered a fresh frequency. My calendar fills quickly—rush into my honey-warmed hands before the window closes and discover why word-of-mouth crowns me one of Midtown’s hidden Nuru gems.