My grandma always wore "rose sachet" liberally. She kept all sorts of stuff stuffed in her bra. Hankies, Kleenex, money (well, y'know, your purse might get snatched and you'd need money for the cab ride home).
I'd be sitting in church and start sniffling. Out would come a rose-scented tissue just in time. Here would come the offering plate; out would come a rose-scented dollar bill for me to put in. My hair would start falling over my eyes; out would come a rose-scented bobby pin. Heaven knows what all she kept in the "vault", but she was always Johnny-on-the-spot with whatever you needed. And it was always rose-scented.
To this day, when I smell rose-scented anything, I'm back sitting beside my grandma in church. It's one of the most comforting smells I know.
I wonder if kids today will remember their grandmas by their scents?