The room held a quiet stillness, the kind that arrives only after everything else has ended. No voices. No screens. No plans waiting to be finished. Just the dark pressing gently against the windows and the soft hush of things at rest.
The scent moved slowly into the air. Not a rush. A shift. Vetiver and cedarwood came first, dry and grounding, like wood warmed by the day. Spruce followed, clear and cool, pulling tension out of the corners. Bergamot softened the edges, never bright, just balanced. Lavender moved in quietly behind it all, not perfumed, not sweet, only calm.
The space felt different. The bed looked more like rest than routine. Shoulders dropped. Thoughts slowed. Everything that had been loud during the day finally stepped back.
There was no sharp turn into sleep. Only quiet unfolding. Like the body already knew what to do.
This blend captures the quiet moment between motion and rest. When night becomes the softest place to land. When your breath moves without effort. When the air itself feels held.
Sleep Tight
Soft woods and hushed florals fill the room, wrapped in the safe embrace of a blanket. Inhale. Exhale. Rest.
Quiet, Relaxed, Settled
