" At night,” he said, raising a finger, “I hang strands of garlic on her to dry.”
“Why not in the cellar?” asked Tudor stupidly.
“The air’s stagnant down there. Up here there’s some air,” Vasily explained. “The body spins around in the breeze, and that’s good, because garlic needs ventilation. "

― Vladimir Lorchenkov , The Good Life Elsewhere