One time when I was a stupid teen, I tried to masturbate with a cucumber.
It didn't work though, but when I went to throw it away, I realized I now had a giant problem: "hey hon, why is there a completely uneaten, fresh and hard cucumber in the trash??"
So I panicked. I put it in a Ziploc bag, smashing it with the base of my hand over and over to make it fit. Worried there would still be a smell, I sprayed some toxic levels of perfume in there, sealed it up and threw in the a pile of junk in my closet.
Two years later, I remembered it, found it and opened it.
Anyway, all that is to say that I imagine this is what Anne Marie smells like. So if you just try and keep an eye out for "cucumber melon that's been dipped into Ralph's blown out asshole," you'll probably be able to detect her the minute she gets close enough to your property.