Quotes About Fragrance

the woman talking to Frederick's mother is wearing a nauseating quantity of perfume.

It's overkill when you put too much fragrance on. It's the worst. Not sexy, and it makes me want to puke. I'm nauseous. Know what I mean? Your game's off.

Sometimes if I have a big enough purse I'll bring my perfume or something. Right now I really like Beaute, it's by Johan B. and it's really nice, so I like that.

I learnt how to make candles when I was a kid. My mom used to make them. Then, when I broke my leg once and couldn't really move around, I started playing around with it... putting the scent inside and dried flowers, and that's it.

It's always nice to get fresh flowers.

I buy all my perfumes duty free - I think people are fools not to.

I would do fragrance. I'm a fragrance fanatic.

Patchouli has always been a part of my fragrance, like a line through my life.

Fragrance is my favorite thing. So much so that if I leave the house and I don't put any on, I'll turn around and go back home.

I've learnt the best way to put on the fragrance is by spraying it and walking into it so it's all over you.

Nutmeg and cinnamon are my favorite fragrance enhancers.

I'd be happy if anyone wore my fragrance. They don't have to be famous.

I care a lot about fragrance not only in my life, but sometimes it feels right while working on a character.

This fragrance 'Parisienne' by YSL was my fave back when I lived in London.

Just Cavalli for Her is a flowery and sexy fragrance. I like its freshness and feminine scent.

My favourite scent... changes every day. I have a cupboard full - so many I can't begin to tell you.

There's naught as nice as th' smell o' good clean earth, except th' smell o' fresh growin' things when th' rain falls on 'em.

As she came closer to him she noticed that there was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of them. She liked it very much and when she looked into his funny face with the red cheeks and round blue eyes she forgot that she had felt shy.

And over walls and earth and trees and swinging sprays and tendrils the fair green veil of tender little leaves had crept, and in the grass under the trees and the gray urns in the alcoves and here and there everywhere were touches or splashes of gold and purple and white and the trees were showing pink and snow above his head and there were fluttering of wings and faint sweet pipes and humming and scents and scents.

And the roses—the roses! Rising out of the grass, tangled round the sun-dial, wreathing the tree trunks and hanging from their branches, climbing up the walls and spreading over them with long garlands falling in cascades—they came alive day by day, hour by hour. Fair fresh leaves, and buds—and buds—tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.

The air was full of spices... A Little Princess

Fair fresh leaves, and buds—and buds—tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.

There was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of them.

There is so much jasmine and nightshade in the garden that we all wake with lyrical headaches.