Angels smell like Vanilla

A thump on my window. Then a bright light. Out of it floats an angel. Tall, blond of hair with blue bright eyes. On a hip a long sword, He carries himself on feathery wings of white. He smiled as he told me to be myself at all times. I am indecisive to point my finger on If it really happened. But I know I smelled Vanilla Before he arrived and after he returned to Heaven.