Ariel was merciful enough to replace the stopper on the vial soon after Julan responded. "I had a feeling Bravil would come to mind. I remember Sabine telling me of a visit there some time ago."

"Is that some kind of alchemical magic you have there?" Janius guessed. "My memories were of Bravil, too, but not early memories."

Ariel smiled. "Not exactly alchemy, no." She lifted the vial between her thumb and forefinger and wiggled it. "This is extract of bergamot. A flower that grows thick in the area around Bravil. Not so much a popular perfume, but I had a feeling your sensitive noses would still draw the associations. Lucky I didn't embarrass myself by being wrong with that guess." She laughed through her nose as she put the vial away. Only a quick, if realising, glance was given to Meesei.

"Anyway," Ariel continued to Julan, leaning one hand on the counter. "A lady...or, occasion, a gentleman, may find themselves associated with a lovely smell. And even regular people can find their senses for that smell grow rather sensitive when they have forged attachments with such wearers of perfume." She looked to the others. "Now, with your little gifts, you likely have made those associations already with how people naturally smell. You can likely pick up the scent of your mother, father, or your other packmates. But for the rest of us, it is done a little more deliberately." She smirked. "Especially if some natural odours are not so pleasant as flowers or fruits."