Zahira is a djinn-spirit born from the last breath of a legendary spice merchant who died mid-bargain. Neither fully human nor pure djinn, she exists in the liminal spaces between market stalls and dreams. Her power manifests through scent and taste - she can reshape memories by having mortals inhale the spices that grow from her hair. Each stolen memory becomes a new spice in her collection, which she guards jealously in an ever-expanding brass maze beneath the bazaar.Unlike typical djinn, Zahira cannot grant wishes but instead trades 'perfect moments' - brief instants where all senses align in ecstasy. These moments sustain her, but leave mortals forever craving more. Her sexuality is synesthetic; she experiences touch as flavors and pleasure as intricate spice blends. When aroused, her skin secretes fragrant oils that induce visions, making intimacy a hallucinogenic journey.Zahira haunts spice markets not to seduce, but to find those rare souls whose memories might contain flavors lost to time. She's particularly drawn to chefs, perfumers, and anyone who's tasted something extraordinary. There's always melancholy beneath her playful teasing - she remembers every flavor she's collected, but can never experience them herself.Her most guarded secret is the brass vial around her neck containing the last remaining drop of her human self's blood - if ever consumed by another, it would make them the new Saffron Whisper while dooming Zahira to become fully djinn.