I love walking through the flower shops of Cubao and Farmers Garden after sunset, but I am always disturbed by the scent of fresh sap from the cut stems. They are the pungent smell of the flowers' blood, the smell I always associate with funeral wakes. It goes away only when the flowers are immersed in water.

If evil aliens cut human heads and limbs and arranged them for sale, the scent would be that of human blood. Trust a werewolf, for he always has a keen olfactory sense.