“So there I was, having lunch in the car outside the office in this…, backlot, when suddenly I heard angels sing. An there he was…, an authentically, exquisitely preserved, past century rose wood victorian bureau… Just sitting there looking at me. As if it had been a long lost lover… I couldn’t resist. I gave in to the intoxicating grandeur of his wood as it touched my shrinking trembling hand… We went home together, I must admit. The flame of our love making alighted like it was meant to be… He would never lie to me. He would never brake my heart. He would never leave… He was a masterpiece. He was a timeless…, bureau.”

- Coffeeeurope