sweat dragonhide and fur, and the fresh blood needed to get her hair that red.

Seaweed

camphor, spilled orange juice (and because they're too stuffed up to smell it themselves) dirty minion litter

salt and mackerels

blood and coffee

musty old books and the chill of snow

sunscreen and lemonade

Incenses

The mystical magical dreamspace of smells of Nothing. Not the nothing of you can't notice any particular smell, but the sheer absence of anything to smell or even faintly taste, not even water.

Fish, sea water, and oddly enough body oil

spring flowers and cinnamon

sand-alwood, cotton candy, and champagne

Hot cocoa and wet dog.

Lavender and night air

Cool night air, soft florals, and morning dew.

Rain on pavement

sandalwood cinnamon clove allspice cardamom and ginger-flower

bogwater and water lillies

Grass and sweat

candied violets, blueberry toaster pastry, apple butter, bitter orange and dragonfruit