The Estate
The house has both a west and east wing, grounds long since let go, and a jetty on the south shore. Start anywhere.
East Wing · No. 01
The room you retire to after dinner to unwind. A low fire, a full glass, and the kind of warmth that makes you stay long after you meant to leave.
Enter The ParlourFragrance Notes
East Wing · No. 02
Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a comfortable wingback armchair, rain softly hitting the windows. Old leather, older paper, and a silence thick enough to write in.
Enter The LibraryFragrance Notes
West Grounds · No. 03
Abandoned long ago, this sits at the back of the manor and is slowly overgrown. Broken terracotta pots scattered on the walkways, dense green plants running wild, one solitary bush determined to grow its last flowers.
Enter The GreenhouseFragrance Notes
South Shore · No. 04
Salt air through an open door, paint peeling on the old wooden door frame, the sound of waves lapping gently on the shore outside.
Enter The Boat HouseFragrance Notes
Lower Grounds · No. 05
Rows of old fruit trees, gnarled and heavy with pears no one has come to pick. A ladder still leans against one trunk, as if someone meant to come back for it.
Enter The OrchardFragrance Notes
West Wing · No. 06
Incense caught in the stone walls, grey light filtering through the stained glass, someone long ago has draped a black cloth over the altar. A heavy silence fills the room.
Enter The ChapelFragrance Notes
East Wing · No. 07
Large glass doors open out onto the grounds, the bright morning sunshine beaming into the one room that light hits first.
Enter The Morning RoomFragrance Notes