Comfy, a tad sweet, never overbearing.
I think it's the scent of otherworldly wood with tall, old, dark trunks that is rare and preserved only in loving, royal gardens. It is occasionally harvested for building king's halls and chambers, and when a craftsman who loves his work carves ornate details into these walls, the wood sends out a pleasing scent, as if years of sweet bread baking and spiced oranges came forth as a memory of a people of a forest from long ago.