In a similar vein, I got to the word "saltimbocca", two paragraphs in, and was painfully and utterly bored.
And frankly, skimming the rest, I found most of the "conclusions" rather insulting. Imagine a world where fancy words can both give a simple idea, as well as provide a deeper meaning to those that look.
Indeed some of the most profound and lasting prose is that which paints a scene in your mind.
So what brings around a better image?
"The room was green".
Great? Do I care? Will that last?
Or
"The hue of the walls enveloped the space in a lush, verdant color. It was a shade that reminiscent of spring meadows and flourishing gardens, invigorating and rejuvenating to the senses. The green was not just a simple tint, but a depth of tone that conveyed life and growth. The room felt fresh and lively, as if it were breathing with the vibrancy of nature itself. The walls seemed to glow in the light, casting a serene aura that made you feel at peace. The color was bold yet calming, creating a space that was both exhilarating and relaxing at the same time."
I want to BE in this room. I can almost smell it.