A place for sleeping in late and topping brownies with sea salt, where couples’ revivals by the fire and making like sopranos and tenors in twin showers are the orders of the day; meet Pepper Shack, a charcoal briquette that could replace the winter cave of even the most highfalutin hibernator. A soot-dark place for would-be artists in residence to write a play, compose an aria, or practice mindfulness while hot-tubbing in Jane Austen’s county.
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