Appearance wise, the walls are white and the flooring is a dark hardwood, just like the rest of the penthouse. Floor to ceiling windows along one wall offer a spectacular view of Philadelphia. Across from the windows is my bed, which has a dark blue duvet and too many pillows. The other furnishings are a mishmash of different styles, some modern and some vintage, though they are all colored black. Scattered about are a few knickknacks: pictures of my dad and me, a few succulents, trinkets from my travels.
As for messy or neat, my bedroom tends to be neat, but that's mostly due to my cleaning woman.
I love the smell of burning pipe tobacco. Growing up, one of my neighbors used to smoke a pipe and I would pass by him every morning when I left for school. It was very sweet and pleasant, not at all like the cigarette smell that clung to the walls of our apartment.
Some runners up are: gasoline, coffee, petrichor, and almond
Not particularly. Like, I believe there is a god more than I believe there isn't a god. My only experience with religion (particularly Christianity) came from my high school years. I attended a catholic high school where we had religion classes every year and school-wide mass was held every month or so. None of it really spoke to me but I can understand why it would draw somebody in.
The most important value I would try to instill in others (in VILE and beyond) would be compassion for those in need. We are often too quick in our judgments of another's situation, making assumptions that end up hurting and dehumanizing people. I know that in certain lines of work snap judgments are necessary to ensure to ensure safety and survival, but in our civilian lives, a little less judgment might be needed.