The room is warm,
sugarsweet, and
wormwood nasty.
I’ve been in a warm room before with a fireplace and beautiful rug. perhaps a great pyrenees and a fuzzy man to snuggle with.
My friend’s mother’s house is sugar sweet. It smells of candles and has collections of adorable dolls. The furniture is precious and breakable.
The hovel next door is wormwood nasty. The old men who live there rarely bathe. And the geese in the yard waft into the living room.
But I’ve never been to a room that was warm and sugar sweet and wormwood nasty. It can’t exist that’s too complex to understand the concept. I’ve never experienced it with my senses.
Oh? You meant the room was warm, that sugar is sweet and wormwood is nasty?
I kant.