The Venerable Cellars

How far down can one cellar go?

This one in particular seems to strain credulity from the moment one enters. The massive entryway beneath the mansion stretches outward and downward enough to echo back whispers of one's own voice. Every so often in its hallways letters or at least some sort of mad markings are found left in the wood supports as if some lost soul were trying to find their way out. All the wine produced at this winery inevitably makes its solemn procession into the depths here to move inexorably forward in time. Where some wineries run out of space for wine to linger this place abounds. It curves and links backward through cubby holes and tight passages in ways it could not possibly do so.

Some wines are even marked with strange languages and patterns and metal-bound tomes stuck in between walls and shelves in more of the same to document them. The workers here seen sparsely will stare from down corridors but vanish when one goes to query them. All lead down corridors to places smelling of iron and bad decisions both best left unvisited.