Quotes About Fragrance

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy. Lord, there were a lot of lovely books once, before we let them go.

A book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.

He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out.

He smelled of moon swamps and old Egyptian bandages. He was something found in museums, wrapped in nicotine linens, sealed in glass. But he was alive, puling like a babe, and shriveling unto death, fast, very fast, before their eyes.

Sapete che i libri hanno un po'l'odore della noce moscata o di certe spezie d'origine esotica? Amavo annusarli, da ragazzo. Signore, quanti bei libri c'erano al mondo un tempo, prima che noi vi rinunciassimo!

Sabe que los libros huelen a nuez moscada o a especias de países lejanos?

It became a game that I took to with immense gusto: to see how much I could remember about dandelions themselves, or picking wild grapes with my father and brother, rediscovering the mosquito-breeding ground rain barrel by the side bay window, or searching out the smell of the gold-fuzzed bees that hung around our back porch grape arbor. Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

The two women passed like needles, sewing one tree to the next with their perfume.

There was a smell like a cut potato from all the land, raw and cold and white from having the moon on it most of the night.

He surveyed the lake of grass below, all the dandelions gone, a touch of rust in the trees, and the smell of Egypt blowing from the far east.

He felt her there, he saw her without opening his eyes, her hair burnt by chemicals to a brittle straw, her eyes with a kind of cataract unseen but suspect far behind the pupils, the reddened pouting lips, the body as thin as a praying mantis from dieting, and her flesh like white bacon.

Kerosene...is nothing but perfume to me

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

And that smell of masculine indignation, rage like something singed.

It SMELLS ancient, - Dan Cahill

The atmosphere's warm and fervid. The scent of it wafts up in dense waves... sweat laced with perfume like smoke from an oven of burning human lusts.

Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

I had stopped my chair at that exact place, coming out, because right there the spice of wisteria that hung around the house was invaded by the freshness of apple blossoms in a blend that lifted the top of my head. As between those who notice such things and those who don't, I prefer those who do.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

The horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud,These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day.

As he waited for daybreak he sifted through the individual scents that combine to create the unique fragrance of Jerusalem: sage and jasmine, honey and coffee, leather and tobacco, cypress and eucalyptus.

Your legacy is the fragrance of your life that remains when you yourself are not present.

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