Yes, I'm Matthew. One of these days I'm going to learn to sign my board name to the letters. What can you expect from a old dumb-a** Sergeant, right?
Let me see what I can do about some proper storage for you. Way back in the jurassic when I got married as an E-3, my platoon gave me a 40 mike mike can full of MRE coffee, creamer, peanut butter, and shelf stable bread so we could eat until my married pay caught up with us as my new $800 a month rent was more than I made at the time. Though I tell that partly as gratitude for a bunch of guys who had no coffee or peanut butter in the field for about a year, more importantly now it means I have the dimensions to cut-to-fit. If it doesn't work out for whatever reason, I'll send young real life humidor as long as you promise to put it to good use.
Good hunting Marine.