Ohhhh, I have a new crush. It’s classy, it’s functional, it has secret-agent charm. It’s the Spiral Cellar. Yes, a gorgeously designed wine cellar that is sunk into your existing ground floor and topped off with a trap door. A trap door, guys! (There are even glass ones with motorized opening mechanisms.) Now, I’m not a homeowner, but if ever there were a reason to buy a house, this is it. Actually, I wonder if i could just buy a little tiny plot of land in a field somewhere by a pretty little picnic spot and have a cellar built below it. I’ll mark the spot with a volcanic rock, a la Shawshank, and no one but I will ever know the treasures that sleep below. Of course, I’d have to leave a little corner of the cellar for curing salumi… and aging cheese… and there needs to be a little chocolate compartment, too.
I know that you don’t like clicking links, so I’ll provide some photos. You need to understand the full impact of this awesomeness. Look at me, I’m so excited that my sentences are getting bad.
Is that a leg of swine I see hanging there?
Yummmm
Magnificent. The cellars are not temperature controlled, so placement in your house (or grassy picnic field) is very important. They recommend installing on the northern side of your property. In my current abode, that would mean having a Spiral Cellar in my bedroom. And that, I do believe, I could live with.
After reading “The lovely bones” by Alice Seobold, I am not too keen about the idea of a cellar.
This is very different. Especially if you’re the one who owns the cellar and can fill it with wonderful, non-murderous things. Plus, it’s a great way to replace those bad associations with some wonderful ones.