My two cents!
In the vial
I actually physically recoiled when I sniffed at the imp. It smelled (smelt? Both look wrong!) overwhelmingly of clove - and I happen to like clove, but there was something feral about this.
My boyfriend heard me carrying-on and came to sniff it for himself, so I made him my guinea pig. He kept compulsively sniffing at the imp until I put some on him.
Wet
BOYFRIEND
(sniffing)
It smells like... like some sort of lolly [candy]!
ME
(sniffing him)
It does too!
BOYFRIEND
I know it... what is it... some kind of JellyBelly Bean!
ME
Yeah yeah! It's... oh... BUTTERED POPCORN!
Dry
On my boyfriend Jack dried to a warm peach with a shot of pumpkin. It was quite delicious. I kept compulsively grabbing at his wrist and neck to sniff at him. After a rocky start, I think we both ended up fond of Jack!