Posting here from the unending winter of 2012-13 -- apparently we have even more snow coming this evening. March's lion nature seems to be hanging on as long as it can.
I was sitting outside yesterday, though, keeping an eye on the kids playing in the yard and enjoying some sunshine and the tiny little signs that the garden is coming back to life. In addition to some crocus clusters, a few intrepid daffodils, and some little buds on the hydrangeas, there was a smell in the still-chilly air hinting at good things to come. And thus I tried to imagine Fantasy Perfume #4 (I think 4, who knows).
Dried grass, dried leaves, warming dry earth, cool air, crocus, and crushed rosemary and bay leaf.