The air in his study always smelled the same—expensive scotch, aged paper, and the faint, spicy scent of his cologne. I remember how the heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the rest of the world and leaving me alone with a man who knew exactly what he wanted. Credit: Wind Chimes Water Droplets and Ocean Waves Loop by DudeAwesome -- https://freesound.org/s/790545/ -- License: Attribution 4.0