Sea salt, wood smoke and lavender.

the fear and heart's blood of her enemies, and baked shattered obsidian

green gushers and ectoplasm

You smell like the sea :)

the endless inky loneliness of time and space

Nothing because you're a spirit!

Strawberry bubblegum

smells entirely of the humongous tridacna clam whose pearl she sprung from. The urge to dip her in buttermilk and deep fat fry her into a record-breaking fresh baked roll sandwich is pretty compelling

I think your HA would smell like burnt charcoal

Sea salt and black tea

singed wires, the dust that collects in computer fans, jet fuel and sugar sticks

Patchouli, sandal wood, sumac and desert sand that the wind blows mercilessly into your village.

-Dattoo The musk of fur and dust left long settled, myrrh, some hard to place and sharp incense somewhat reminiscent of amber.

grease paint, old almost crumbly silk, and attar of roses

Rain on concrete and electricity burns.

Rotten wood, campfire smoke, and ozone

Sea salt and sunscreen, with a hint of violet.

Motor oil, cologne and a hint of bubble gum when talks.

dark salty nourishing dankness and the inside of a barrel that has aged some red wine

Butter cookies, sugar and cologne.