By the time Celestia had reluctantly let you go – as reluctantly as you were to be let go – you smelled a bit like her own body’s strangely floral scent. Considering a human’s sense of smell isn’t great, relatively speaking, you have no clue how other ponies took it. Your face had been ground zero, so maybe you’ve got a much better awareness than usual, but that doesn’t help matters any. She wasn’t kidding about the scent-marking.