A musty herbarium(w)

Herbs, hung upside down from the rafters of this musty herbarium, rustle with every noise. All around you, the smell of dried leaves and flowers fills the air with an exotic faraway smell, emanating from the many open jars full of strange unknown spices. The labels on some of the jars has turned yellow with age, while others show signs of being made as recently as last fortnight.
The west door is closed.
The only obvious exit is west.
Cadfael the herbalist minds his herbs