When I was in elementary school, yea many long decades ago, we made pomanders for an art/science project one year. I think they were intended for Mother's Day or some such remembrance occasion.

First, we each got an orange. Such a treat in New England, where an orange was, back then, a rare and expensive fruit.

Then we got a box of whole cloves each, along with a reminder that cloves were an ancient and valuable preservative spice. We punched holes in the orange in a grid pattern and inserted the cloves, about half an inch apart. Over the next week the orange dried and shrank to about half its original size.

The result was a pomander, with a citrus orange/spicy clove scent to it. My mother didn't use it, so I put it in my own underwear/sock drawer. It lasted for several years and finally disappeared during one of our many household relocations.

That's the pomander story.