You were walking through the market, the sun high in the sky as the different sounds surround you. There were many hagglers around, adding to the bustling chaos of the environment. The air was a mix of aromas, from the fresh bread the old woman was baking to the apples and young boy was trying to upsell. You caught wind, though, of a flowery smell, coming from a woman's booth as she sorted some of her pots.