As soon as the heavy wooden door opens, the warm air hits you. Pour it through the thick, lingering smoke and the richness of the sweet spices. Upon entering, the darkness is filled with life. The senses are colored by the echoes of a dry sauna and the incense smoldering in the depths of the room. Every now and then, the softness of moss begins to seep through the cracks. I wonder what ritual these walls protect? He easily slides into an old leather chair. It's both cozy and scary. And that only makes it even more interesting. “…a scent that trusts itself as much as the evening trusts the depth of the forest”