Nirvana Bourbon Elizabeth and James 2016

Shall we warm up with a little schnapps? Then let's head straight into the lodge. A lot of warm, dark, old (planed and splintered) oak wood. Vanilla plays the dirty bouncer and thinks it can push around a delicate little tuberose. But that one sneaks around the house and later tries to climb in through the window secretly. (But gets stuck halfway) Or maybe it's just the last whiff of a fine lady who warmed up here briefly earlier. Now the place is empty. There are no questionable guests yet, no smoking, drinking, or fighting, and thankfully no cooking either.
Only the innkeeper quietly polishes a few glasses, and the interior is self-sufficient.
And when was that? Some time earlier.