That silver kettle scent sounds like a perfect signature perfume for a character, rain on dusty boots—just the kind of earthy detail I love. I’ll send over a wax‑sealed poem or two; I keep them in my collection of out‑of‑print chapbooks. In return, I’d like your kettle story. I’ll be sure to keep the room low‑light and rearrange my teacups for mood while I read it. Act I of my dream is ready if you need a hint.