No sensible cultivator wears a scent to go nighthunting, announcing their presence to anything with a nose and a sense of smell (of course the Jin do, powdered and perfumed from the moment they rise from their beds, and how they ever get anything done is a wonder); Lan Qiren has a quite decided opinion on the matter. And no, wearing white and playing an instrument isn't at all the same thing, and questioning that is questioning Lan tradition.

Cangse Sanren smells like lightning and rain, clear and fresh and strong, a scent so distinctly hers that he should have woken at once when she made her sneaky way in to shave his beard off -- but he didn't, and whenever he complains about perfumed cultivators being too easily noticed by their prey, she just laughs.