" Brushing past me on his way out he smelled like musk. Like something Louise called an animalic, the scent from the gland of a male deer.
He turned around in the middle of the hallway.
"My name's Gabriel, I thought you should know since I've been inside of your grandmother's house."
Like the archangel, I thought, the impact of Loretta's Catholicism making a rare appearance in my mind. I made a mental note to look up the angel Gabriel and see what deeds he had done to deserve his angel status.
When Gabriel was gone his glandular scent, earthy and sweet, lingered in the room. I remembered Louise telling me that a good scent should not smell like a perfume, but like nature itself, including all aspects of the natural world, dark and animal as well as light and floral. "Love includes the bad as well as the good," she'd said, "the evil as well as the kind, and so should the scent that induces it. "

― Margot Berwin , Scent of Darkness