The smell was elusive. Never in Favnir's childhood, or in his many years of wandering the Earth, can he remember smelling anything quite like it. However, within the scent, more subtly, is the hidden scent of roses, plants, and trees. Rot and decay, a fresh harvest, the sea, wet grass, and feces. A variety of smells, each of which you have smelled at some point in your life, and some you don't recognize, somehow blending into a single distinct odor. It is an odd one, to say the least.