This one makes me think of Paladin's Grace, by T. Kingfisher. One of the main characters is a perfumer, and there are lots of bits about how frustrated she is that (for example) no one has any interest in even the idea of a masculine scent that isn't dominated by sandalwood.
It's also a fantasy story, and has a secondary character who's a different species (a gnole) with a much better sense of smell, and gets frustrated because the words it needs to describe a particular scent don't exist in the language the human characters speak.
And it's just generally sweet and funny and cozy, despite the number of murders the main characters are trying to solve.
This one makes me think of Paladin's Grace, by T. Kingfisher. One of the main characters is a perfumer, and there are lots of bits about how frustrated she is that (for example) no one has any interest in even the idea of a masculine scent that isn't dominated by sandalwood.
It's also a fantasy story, and has a secondary character who's a different species (a gnole) with a much better sense of smell, and gets frustrated because the words it needs to describe a particular scent don't exist in the language the human characters speak.
And it's just generally sweet and funny and cozy, despite the number of murders the main characters are trying to solve.