Pot Pourri

May have discovered one of the most pointless objects of household ornamentation - was given some pot pourri for Christmas. Now, surely the key point of pot pourri is to sit in a bowl smelling sweetly to itself. And indeed, the label boasts peachy freshness. But this is in a tall, thin, wiggly glass jar. With a wax seal. Which I hacked through, in the belief that I could pour it into a bowl to fulfill its destiny. But it's got a tiny neck, only slightly bigger than some of the pieces. Ain't no way those babies are coming out without a fight. And possibly a pointy hooked stick. So there it sits, looking mildly fancy and sweetening the living room air not one iota. Maybe I'll go back to relying on the smell of fresh coffee instead...