Country Club

The fairways are freshly manicured, peaked with dew. Diesel exhaust lingers near the valet line, rich and tannic—the evidence of classic cars. You arrive that morning before anyone else and decide to walk through the clubhouse slowly, savoring every detail. You notice a row of ornate oil paintings, Persian rugs lining each room, tufted sofas and leather armchairs. A woody cologne envelops your trail as you pass the bar, mixing with the sticky sweetness of cocktails served the evening before. You feel at home here, in this storied space. And for a moment, it’s yours alone.