In the rocking chair
Incense thinks that she is the most important influence on the room. Her elegant rod juts from the pebbles, spewing smoke from the smouldering tip. She crumples down slowly, letting the ash tumble down as it piles too high. A delicate balancing act of constant growth that constantly out-grows itself. Smoke is the inevitable byproduct of the combustion reaction, though it is also the goal. Smoke is also the key difference between good incense and bad incense. Bad incense flails its smoke wildly, even patchy at times. Good incense emits one solid stream of smoke that rises into the air as an unbroken column, provided the is no motion in the area. Any motion at all (even sound!) moves the air and smoke, quite drastically if watched carefully enough. A thoroughly practised and very keen eye could, in theory, reverse this process to understand how the smoke moves in response to certain movements. It spins out a unique, ever-changing, and never-repeating pattern for all the world to see only once. Most notably in the context of incense, the smoke also carries a scent with it. In the case of the incense that was now burning low, it was sandalwood. Incense can be any scent, including but not limited to green tea, pine, jasmine (the plant), rosewood, oak, matcha, zen blend, rosemary, sea shore, calm, myrrh, jasmine (the gemstone), sandalwood imported from Korea, clove, honey, and Jasmine (the art student that makes incense as a hobby). Sandalwood was a good scent because it was a purifying smell, and that is to say it was strong enough to overwrite anything from weed to sweat, making it the ideal incense for this room.
Contemporary jazz argues that his influence is more powerful, for it music that affects mood most. The rocking chair, bong, and lighting all put in bids for being the best part of the room. But the room is in fact the sum of all these parts, like any of the individual parts themselves.