"Excellent question," Dean mused after taking a swig of his bourbon. "I would assume something floral, roses, lavender, lilac." Common scents in ladies perfumes, at least in his experience. "Or citrusy, lemon," Dean hadn't missed Lestrange's cologne either. "Oranges, might be more specific pending their hobbies, books, something of the outdoors." Dean particularly liked the petrichor of a rainstorm himself.

Swirling his bourbon idly, Dean supposed he was being a little harsh. "I'm sure it'll change as they mature," he had never quite developed the patience for the fresh debs, though he supposed his mother would soon be pushing them in his direction from all sides. "No doubt the amortentia holds something exotic for me these days," he'd done far too much traveling for there not to be something spicy or herbaceous scent to his.

"What do you think?" Dean had done a lot of the talking so far, which was not uncommon for him, but he was aware of this fact.