C41 Spirits and Scents

A scent crept inside her nose. It wasn't the wind. It certainly wasn't the food that had been laid on the tables, or the wine, or the spirits.

No. It was a very sweet smell. So sweet that it hurts just sniffing it. So pungent that her throat feels a clump of bile forming. She could retch any second.

Amara grips her brother's arm to support her enfeebling knees