It all began with these teapots. They were part of my family long before they came into my care, well-worn, darkened by time, and passed down through generations alongside books, letters, and a deep love of learning. Like many family objects, their exact origins have softened over the years, shaped as much by memory and imagination as by history. We believe they were brought by my great-great-great grandfather from Armenia in the early 1900s along with his scientific writings.

They were kept by my grandfather, who believed that objects meant for gathering - teapots, books, art - carry the spirit of the people who use them. When he passed, these teapots became a quiet link between past and present.

As a writer and lifelong lover of science, I’ve continued that tradition. Guests are welcome to choose a book from my personal library, now intertwined with my grandfather’s, and spend time with ideas, stories, and one another.

Here, tea is meant to be shared slowly.

Stories grow and evolve as they are written through time.

And curiosity is always welcome.