Closing the Tea Tin

I stepped over to the round oak side table where a small brass tea canister was resting near the lamp. Its circular lid was slightly tilted, letting a gentle, honeyed scent of dried chamomile drift into the quiet room. Holding Poco securely against my side, I reached out with both hands to guide the brass rim back onto its groove. I gave it a steady, patient press until it slipped down with a soft, airtight seal. Everything felt tidy and sheltered for the night ahead. Do you find familiar scents bring an extra sense of calm to the room before sleep?