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Maybe I’m exaggerating when I say that this place calms me. A getaway from the daylight terrors and nighttime breakdowns. The scent that was meticulously chosen isn’t potent, but it lingers like my favorite perfume the minute I walk in. Perhaps it’s the side effect of getting older, I no longer find fun with loud music that destroys my hearing and sense of self. So it is with true affection when I say the playlists of ROOTS HOUSE make me feel I belong here in this crazy, stupid but sane world. Today I tried mocha for the first time this year, followed with an americano. Hopefully I’ll fall asleep on time.

自布满铁锈的楼梯而下，此时无需刻意寻找，循着声音便可透过树叶的缝隙看到贴满海报的角落。 是第一次来这里，但是想象和现实碰撞出的直觉告诉我： “没错，是这里了。” 时隔半月回忆起ROOTS HOUSE，脑海中更多的是嗅觉记忆。 一半来自于掺杂着红茶清香的咖啡，另一半则来自于旧图书馆气味的黑胶唱片。 盲选了一张黑胶，轻轻地把唱针放到开始的位置。 然后，在雨晴的帮助下体验了手冲，拉花，点茶，以及作为店员的日常。 一日店员很快结束了，但与ROOTS HOUSE还只是初相识。 期待未来能有更多在ROOTS HOUSE度过的时光。