It sounds like something Carl Linnaeus might have named after a late-night botanical bender. Or the lost chapter in an E.A. Poe manuscript. Or—and this is my favorite theory—a 19th-century parlor instrument that never quite made it into the orchestra.
A mellodephoneum.
Maybe it was a salesman’s sample. A prototype that never sold. Or a hoax by a bored auctioneer. But the phrase “one set of spare reeds” suggests someone believed in it. Enough to order replacement parts. We live in a time of digital abundance—thousands of synth presets, every piano sample imaginable, AI that can mimic any sound. And yet, we’re hungry for the almost-there . mellodephoneum
If it existed, what would it look like?