A melliferous (and mellifluous) poem.

One of my favorite places in the whole wide world is a small room (only one or two people may occupy it at a time) in D.C.’s Phillips Collection made of beeswax. The “dusky odor of sweetness” is the best way to describe the wonderful smell. Here’s a link about the room:

http://www.phillipscollection.org/collection/laib-wax-room/