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Vintage Mogul Indian Interiors

Fresh from a summer shopping trip to India, we share our gorgeous vintage artisanal finds. Vintage Indian designs pushes new boundaries respecting and redefining traditional design aesthetic appeal. The selection of vintage doors and arches is amazing and there are several options for every style and budget. I love designing with vintage décor pieces because it gives a sense of history and a collectors edge. Whimsical with history the palace doors tell stories of the dynasties that ruled the lands, the battles fought and the epic love stories that are so romantic.

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Bohemian cabinets with slightly traditional patterns, furniture with old world textures and colors that have an artisan edge. Anything handmade or hand-painted goes on the very top of my list. Add drama to a room with Indian carved art or antique arched windows in dark teak wood. Monochromatic color palettes mix well with old world texture and patterns. Comfortable and practical with easy livability and a touch of glamour are also key elements to my vintage bohemian style.

Shopping in India is a whirlwind of color in ethnic tribal bazaars with colorful hand crafted home goods, and accessories. The intricate details and craftsmanship in each piece is extraordinary, so it can be overwhelming but also exhilarating. I love getting my hands on old patchwork quilts, silk pillows, sifting through the never ending piles, and talking to the artisans about their journeys and the age old traditional art that they still keep alive. The stories are so compelling about how they were made and what makes them meaningful..Visit https://mogulgallery.etsy.com

Everything from India is based on age-old designs of vastu found on traditional architecture, and carvings in our artisans’ hometowns. I find old copper planters, iron pots with floral designs while wandering around the local markets. Creative, cross-cultural blends with Britsh Colonial mixing with Mughal architecture, the haveli doors are magnificent portals of history. Artisans have been carving these designs that have been passed down for hundreds of years, farther back than anyone can remember. It’s evident in the richness of history and the essence of energy that you find in each piece.

A diverse complexity, and story of everything you find and to design a space that speaks to your personal aesthetic, is a classic vintage epic decor in the making. Each piece should feel collected over time rather than a total symmetry of designs. Using vintage decor is special to curating a space that feels authentic, ecletic, unique and special.

[indiatrendzs]

A Modern-Vintage Mix: Creating a Playful and Stylish Home

Incorporating a playful mix of modern and vintage finds can transform a home into a stylish and inviting space, full of character and charm. My home showcases this design philosophy throughout, where each room tells its own unique story through the thoughtful combination of different eras and styles. https://www.facebook.com/mogulinteriorr https://www.instagram.com/moguliteriorr An Antique…

[mary1in]

Home Bar Single Wall Example of a small classic single-wall wet bar design with dark wood cabinets, wood countertops and mirror backsplash

[athousanddresses]

San Diego Traditional Wine Cellar Large traditional porcelain tile wine cellar design with a gray floor and storage racks

[bleeblu]

Huge tuscan ceramic tile and gray floor wine cellar photo

[cateandrews]

Traditional Wine Cellar - Wine Cellar Large, elegant image of a wine cellar with racks for storage

[purpleafternoon]

Expansive Wine Cellar Huge wine cellar in tuscan ceramic tile

[jimbosplaidshirt]

Huge tuscan ceramic tile and gray floor wine cellar photo

[yugioh-network]

Expansive - Wine Cellar Example of a large wine cellar with gray flooring and Tuscan ceramic tiles.

[rmarts]

Home Bar - Single Wall Large, modern home bar image with a single-wall dark wood floor and a brown floor, recessed-panel cabinets, gray cabinets, quartz countertops, a gray backsplash, and a backsplash made of mosaic tiles.

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Expansive Wine Cellar

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In an era where modernity often overshadows tradition, rustic luxury resorts offer a refreshing retreat into the ancient world’s simplicity. These sanctuaries highlight the natural beauty of Mother Earth’s treasures, embodying a tough, supple spirit that has weathered tempestuous storms. With earthy textures of reclaimed wood furniture and grounding metal strapped doors, these resorts create an atmosphere that is both soothing and invigorating.

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The interiors of these rustic luxury resorts are thoughtfully designed to incorporate organic elements. Reclaimed woods, with their weathered textures, are repurposed into custom barndoors for living rooms. These old doors, transformed into striking focal points, not only add character but also tell stories of their past lives. The natural warmth of the wood infuses the space with a comforting glow, making guests feel at home amidst the beauty of nature.

The use of organic woods in resort design extends beyond barndoors. Rustic wood cabinets, with their varied and interesting patinas and carvings, light up rooms with their natural warmth. These carved barn door are not just functional but also serve as artful expressions of craftsmanship. The unique character of each indian carved cabinet, shaped by its history and the hands of skilled artisans, adds a layer of depth and authenticity to the decor.

Rustic credenzas made from old reclaimed doors are standout features in these resorts. Their patinas and carvings are varied and captivating, showcasing the beauty of age and the artistry of bygone eras. Hand-carved sunrays, medallions, and lotus blooms adorn these pieces, accented with brass nails and stars. Each credenza is a unique, handmade statement that brings a touch of ancient artistry into modern spaces.

The charm of rustic luxury lies in its handcrafted elegance. The sunrays and medallions or lotus blooms carved by hand in old artisan style reflect a deep appreciation for traditional craftsmanship. These intricate designs, often accented with brass details, make each piece a unique work of art. 

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[indiatrendzs]

Hand Carved Antique Armoires Farmhouse Style Decor

The contemporary bohemian style effortlessly merges the sleekness of modern design rustic armoire with the lively colors and textures characteristic of bohemian aesthetics. By integrating nature-carved doors, artisan-crafted antique armoires, vintage furniture, and antique Indian doors, the space gains character and dimension. Facebook @mogulinteriorr Follow us on Instagram @mogulinterior  For…

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Wine Cellar Medium (Paris)

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In Every Sense - Part 2 to Scent Kink!Alastor x Reader

It's heeeeerrreeee~ Here are some warnings: we get some internal monolgues of Alastor hopelessly trying to seduce you, oral (f!receiving), light man-handling, begging, and some really just... absolutely raunchy filth. Please enjoy~ (please note, this is still overwhelmingly inspired by @hazelfoureyes so please please GO READ HAZEL'S CONTENT. IM BEGGING YOU. ITS SO JUICY)

Right. Where was he? Oh yes... this mess.

Alastor straightened himself out quickly, mess of his clothing and floor included. Your clothes, however, were discarded to his bed... probably never to be washed again.

After he freshed up, his eyes scanned and paused in his armoire mid-search. His taloned hands brushed against a silk top... not one of his preferred fabrics, but one he could certainly pull off. His fingers danced on it a moment more, before deciding it was worth changing it up.

Black, lattice-patterned top and tailored, wine red trousers... simple, but classy, right? As he tossed around the idea of a belt, he decided to skip that step. It would make the process of settling between your sweat-covered thighs take an eternity too long. That is... if he didn't devour you first.

Alastor threw his casual fit together, opting to keep his pointed, black dress a part of the ensemble. But should he try boots...? Would that be too much? Maybe it would be easier to kick off...?

He wondered over to his personal liquor cabinet, pouring himself a whiskey. He needed to get a pep in his step and to still his rambling thoughts. Though he usually preferred to take things slower, savoring the bite of liquor on his tongue... He instead took it as a shot, hardly reacting to the harsh intake. His shoulders hunched, huffing as he turned to look in the mirror. How ridiculous he must've looked...

Hair disheveled... eyes half lidded. His hands were sweating, the loose blouse serving as a juxtaposition to his too-tight pants. Maybe his shirt should be tucked? No, that'd look stupid without a belt...

How strange it was for him to fret... at least, fret over impressing another person. Moreover, trying to impress someone he pined for. He almost loathed the way you made him feel, and how his core seemed to clench everytime you walked by... but, there was no room for doubt now: he would make you answer for his obsessions tonight. Surely you would take responsibility, wouldn't you...?

Alastor's head shook, before he opted to tuck half of his shirt in. He saw this often in modern fashion, targeting the front corner of the shirt to show off or bring attention to his thigh and... well-- downstairs.

He quirked a brow, intrigued with this look. It was... messy. Not the neat-and-narrow hes accustomed to. And in a way, he quite liked it. Maybe with the disheveled top, your eyes would be distracted enough to be drawn below the belt...?

Hah, what a pun. It doesn't work anymore if you don't have a belt, right?

Alastor chuckled, absolutely tickled by the thought. Alastor pulled out a wine-colored blazer, which perfectly complimented his pants. Can't be too prepared for the hellish night, right? He paused, walking over to your discarded top again for one final sniff; one final tease before the real thing. He shuddered at the thought, already feeling a light twitch coming from below. 

With a resolute nod, he walks out from his room, heading towards the lobby. Maybe you would be retired for the night? Maybe he could catch you before your evening shower... He sought you out, his nose steering the way as his thoughts swam with visions of you. He would have you tonight, he thought, his hands summoning and twirling his microphone with a prideful flourish.

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You hadn't known how it got to this point. You hadn't known how much liquor both you and Alastor had drunk, round for round... but, Alastor's plan managed to work. He caught up with you, just before you were retiring for the night... and now, you did manage to head to bed... just the wrong one.

You yelped as you were slammed against his bedroom door, hands flying to grip the collar of his shirt. The passion of his kiss made you weak, his own knees buckled. Your sounds mirrored the other's, hips rolling in tandem as the heat between your bodies danced and mingled with one another. Alastor was already getting carried away, hands grabbing at everything he could touch... your cheek, your ass, your waist... He needed more. He needed you to be absolutely bothered and sweating.

Alastor pulled away, licking a long, wet trail from your collar bone to your ear. You trembled as ghost-like kisses were placed along your jaw, pleased sigh his reward. Your head tilted back and to the side, allowing better access to the longing demon.

"Ahh-- Alastor!"

His name fell from your lips, bruised and hanging agape as your breath came out in labored puffs. Alastor groaned, eyelids fluttering as he inhaled once more. A shaky sigh soon followed, making your thighs clench together. He licked at the sweat that ran down your neck, swirling his tongue before kissing there again.

More... he needed more of this.

No words were exchanged as his lips wandered lower, your clothing coming down and off with his lecherous journey. You could only cradle and grab at his hair, trying to slow or stop his descent when he would kiss a particularly gratifying area... but your eyes widened as his kisses lingered on your lower abdomen. Your eyes met his candy apple reds, swirling with lust and intrigue.

"Mon cher, I simply cannot bear to wait... I must have you." He couldn't contain his raspy sigh as he took your pants off, sliding them down your trembling legs. You'd be lucky to have these clothes back after this night...

Once you were bare before him, he kissed at your mound, the smell of your hormones and sweat making his brow furrow with desire. His eyes nearly rolled back into his skull as you moaned, nodding feverishly," I-I... I don't-- fuck, Al... Don't stop..."

Al looked firmly at you, mouth hanging open, but not coming closer. You huffed, trembling as your cheeks flush.

"... Pl-please... keep going... I want this."

Alastor smiled up at you, toothy grin absolutely drunk with adoration as he lowered his head. He spread your legs apart, arms moving to lift you. You were pushed up until you sat upon his shoulders, suspended a few inches off the ground. You were shaking at the realization of how powerful he was; how easily he was able to sustain you with just his shoulders. It was a strength that made your abdominals clench in anticipation.

The moment his tongue ran up your slit, you saw the light, eyes widening from the feeling of his warm muscle. Alastor grunted as he started to gently lap at your core. Finally: something that distracted him from how divinely you smelt...

Now he had a new muse (and problem) to keep him up at night... the taste of your arousal.

Like a man starved, he began to lavish you earnestly, hands trapping your thighs around his head. He showed you no mercy as his tongue alternated between stimulating your clit and delving into your relaxed hole. You convulsed with his minstrations, one hand stabilizing you against the door while the other gripped an antler for deer dear life. You soon found your hips rolling into his face, his nose brushing your clit with every thrust. Your head collided with the door as your moans transformed into animalistic whines and huffs, unable to control the ravenous sounds he tore from you. Alastor wasnt any more refined, hungry like a tramp in heat.

His expression shook and strained with pure bliss as he took you in whole: touch, sight, sounds, scent, and taste. This truly was the thing that he needed most; to seek you in your entirety. He knew now that he needed to own your body by ways of physical desire and passion... something he only became keenly aware of recently.

Now, even if your soul would so pretty under his grasp... this seemed to outweigh that desire. This was the ultimate way to both have you, and for you to tie a metaphorical leash around his neck. He hadn't fully realized it, but he was completely and utterly yours, and after this display, you'd surely have him the same way...

His dignity be damned. You were too sweet to resist.

You held his fringe out of his face as Alastor groaned with every flick of his tongue, vibrations sending your nerves into overdrive. His movements, his reactions, and his blatant obsession with your scent had you seeing stars. You ground your face harder into Alastor's obedient tongue, forcing his inhales to be rapid and short. Had he breathed any harder, one would speculate he was panicking. But ahh, what a way to die again, but by your thighs and eager cunt...

"Sh-Shit-- Alastor I'm-- fuck, y-you're too-- Hah!"

Alastor's cock twitched and strained, unable to be freed as your noises grew in tempo and pitch: you were nearing your climax.

Yes.

Yes, cum on him; cum on his face.

He wanted to see your mouth hang open in a silent wail, riddled with ecstacy. He wanted to feel your legs snap his neck from the force of your grip. He wanted to taste the arousal on his tongue as it multiplied. And most importantly... he wanted to be fully engulfed in your scent as your cunt rode his tongue... At this rate, he would be making another mess tonight.

He would never wash his shirt again, aware of the cum dripping down onto the collar of his dress shirt... a notion that nearly made him squirm. Maybe he could convince you to let him keep your outfit, as a token of tonight's debauchery?

He had no more time to think as your orgasm overcame you. Both hands held his antlers as your frantically ground into his mouth, practically suffocating him as you sprayed his jaw with your release. Alastor could only take it, choking and sputtering but absolutely living in the moment. His eyes were fully rolled back, schelaras devoured by a deep, pitch color.

When oversensitivity started to make you quiver, you pulled away, utterly satisfied. Your hands went to smooth out Alastor's scrunched-up hair as he panted. You gave it a playful ruffle, apologetic for your behavior. You smile breathlessly down to the overwhelmed demon, about to thank him... Then, a shrill scream is ripped from your throat. Alastor's seering, hot tongue is on your clit again, hands digging in to the plush of your thighs.

"Mmph... more-- Please, let me have more, cher... need it-- need you!"

You whined as Alastor's pleas fell unto eager ears, head lolling. Alastor's tongue began to awaken a new vigor in you. You were more than happy to please the starved man below you... Maybe next time, you'd tie him up in your clothes, leaving him unable to do anything but take your passion, in every sense of the word...

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is a 2002, $1.795M home in Eden Prairie, MN. It has 6bds, 6ba, and the Lady of the House went absolutely berserk with wall stencils. They are everywhere. $1.8M and it will cost thousands of dollars in paint to get rid of all the damned stencils. You gotta see this. And, of course, there will be the people who love to disagree with me and will say they love it.

We begin in a nice sunny great room with lots of light, a center fireplace and 2 lovely staircases.

Very nice.

And, then, after a trip to the craft store, stencil-mania is born. It begins in the lovely family room with a beautiful glass-enclosed fireplace and big sunny windows w/a view of the deck.

And, it naturally makes it's way into the dining room.

It's running thru the beautiful kitchen. This is lovely- I like the cooktop enclosure and the cabinetry.

Ahhhhh! It's in the half bath!

I'm sure the hubs said, "Don't you come into my office w/those things."

So, it progresses to this bath. I love the armoire and the sink cabinet. Very different.

And, it moves thru this bedroom, like the creeping crud.

Plus the en-suite.

Leave no stone unturned, not even the laundry room. The red is nice against the white.

I can't stop! Lemme get some of the upper landing.

Somebody stage an intervention! They're in the primary bedroom.

The lovely modern en-suite and the dressing room next to it. The cabinetry in this home is really very nice.

This blue guest room must be awaiting its turn.

But, the en-suite is done. I like the blue in here.

There's this room. Such a cute bedroom, too. I do like the contrast in this room. I would keep it.

And, this bedroom w/en-suite. It's all the gold I don't care for.

Also this main floor bedroom and en-suite.

Here's a bar- nice backsplash, and look at the pineapple mural on the fridge.

Then, I guess this is supposed to be a rec room, but they have it formally dressed with the obligatory stencils.

Nice wine cellar.

And, don't even THINK of stenciling the beautiful garage.

Lovely multiple decks in the back, plus a large patio with a fountain.

Gazebo- love that. 1.13 acre lot. I think they're selling, b/c there's nothing left to stencil.

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