The citric wink of bergamot opens the door elegantly and a robust cedar tells us this place is private, our own, intimate: it is our comfortable corner where we reserve the right of admission.
The wood that lives in this essence draws us to classic furniture, Persian rugs, bookshelves with hardcover novels and gilded titles. A warm, dimly lit lamp above the bar cabinet provides light as we sit in a leather armchair in front of the replace:
Gazing into the re calms us, perhaps pouring ourselves a drink too.
The sweetness of sandalwood comes to soften the cedar. We feel like inviting someone with whom we can talk about the important things in life: worries, emotions, dreams?
But only someone we can trust. Only someone who is such an accomplice that makes us feel we can share the deepest concerns that we carry inside us and would not tell anyone else.
Woods sets the scene where real human bonds are created: he lives in that place where we can talk about what really unites us.