reveal. The steam room sits just beyond the pool level, clad in the same stone that anchors the kitchen hearth, its bench depths scaled for recovery after the kind of evening where dinner ran five courses and conversation ran longer. In Keeneland country a home earns its reputation not just by how it entertains but by how it restores, and here the eucalyptus-threaded vapor and radiant heat feel less like an amenity bolted on and more like the final course in a meal the whole house has been preparing. This is where the chef's energy finally settles into stillness, where the body catches up with everything the evening demanded, and where the architecture begins to shift its register toward something the next wing will make unmistakably clear about how this property handles