[drawing-room]

The strongest memory I have of the drawing room is the smell.
There was a salty sea-like smell, almost a taste. The nearest piece of coastline was more than 60 miles away.
The smell began tickling your nostrils a few paces away from the door.
Once you entered the room, it became almost sweet. Like the smell of meat just before it turns.

The strangest thing was that the smell would stay with my shoes for days afterwards. Nothing else: just my shoes.

Posted in 2011-10-24 to 2011-11-13 - In The Details | Comments Off

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