Author: Phyllis Lavelle

The smoking room holds a tempered hush, touched with the scent of dried herbs and faint preservatives….

The stairwell holds a warmth gone thin, scented with pine boards and ink rubbed nearly dry. Each…

Crossing into the pipe loft, a hush folds around the scent of tin and felting wax. Lantern…

The hush within the map drawer room carries a scent of gum arabic and drying paper. Though…

Crossing into the linen attic, warmth fades into a stillness threaded with mineral scent and cooled enamel….

The stillness inside the gunroom folds around a faint scent of linseed oil and cold iron, holding…

The first breath inside the print room carries a cold tang of linseed oil mixed with lingering…

The boiler room breathes a dry metallic hush, warmth long gone but intention still clinging to the…

The trophy room feels tightened by stillness, as though air closed gently around an unfinished shard. Faint…

Stepping into the stillroom, one senses the faint sweetness of hardened wax, cut by the rustic edge…

The first breath inside the strongroom tastes faintly of heated metal and cold certainty. A single fleck…

The lamp room carries a warmth that never fully settled, a hush shaped by the faint scent…