Smelled rather like a lemon, if you tied an ickle BOW around it and sprinkled it with daisies and glitter and pure, pure evil.

And I'm not entirely CERTAIN how Kennedy managed it, sweetheart. I'm thinkin' he collected the finest down from a spider's web and wove it upon his shimmering dandelion loom, or some such thing. You'd have to ask him, really.