I ''loved'' cellar door in homage to J.R.R. Tolkien - whether he is the originator of the notion it was a beautiful sound or not, he remarked that most people would agree the words make a beautiful sound. After inventing several languages, many euphonious, like Quenya, I think he would be a good judge of nice sounding words...
I'm doing a bit of research on the history of "cellar door" being considered beautiful. I've found it as far back as 1903 so far! Which leaves out Tolkien as the originator, given that he was 11 years old then.
It IS a wonderland beyond the cellar door. It's dark and musty, the floor is all pebbles and dirt, the walls are stone and always a bit wet. It's ruled by snakes and mice (who are constantly at war) with toads coming and going with the seasons. When the boiler fires up sounds like the end of days... There is a hidden trap door in the main house which leads to that netherworld as well. It's got a few tales to tell I'll bet ya.
I agree, but what's wrong with the sense and spelling? I love cellar doors almost as much as cellar door. With their heft and decrepitude, their flaked greed paint, their promise of earthy smells and ghastliness and pallor.
Most English-speaking people will admit that cellar door is 'beautiful', especially if dissociated from its sense (and from its spelling). More beautiful than, say, sky, and far more beautiful than beautiful. -J.R.R. Tolkien, English and Welsh
Reminds me of a fun clapping song I loved as a child: Oh PLAYMATE, come out and play with me And bring your dollies three. Climb up my apple tree, Look down my rain barrel Slide down my cellar door And we'll be jolly friends forever more.
I bought the house I own now, partly because it had a cellar door.