" Among the neat, aromatic green fingers expertly tucked by Marjan and Bahar would be the younger girl's unmistakable burst parcels of golden filling. And for some strange reason, they always smelled of Layla's signature scent- rosewater and cinnamon.
It was a familiar enough smell, this faint perfume that accompanied Layla's every move, but odd for a recipe that did not contain either ingredient. The cinnamon-rose 'dolmeh' never really surprised her sisters, though. Layla had a way of raising expectations beyond the ordinary. "

― Marsha Mehran , Pomegranate Soup