Quotes About Fragrance

I don't want to turn any of this into poetry / but / you're so beautiful / flowers turn their heads to smell you

Shannon Greenland

This morning, Tegus welcomed me again with an arm clasp and cheek touch. I wasn't startled this time, and I breathed in at his neck. How can I describe the scent of his skin? He smells something like cinnamon-- brown and dry and sweet and warm. Ancestors, is it wrong for me to imagine laying my head on his chest and closing my eyes and breathing in his smell?

Smell is the voice of the soul...

The great hall was shimmering in light, sun streaming from the open windows, and ablaze with colour, the walls decorated with embroidered hangings in rich shades of gold and crimson. New rushes had been strewn about, fragrant with lavender, sweet woodruff, and balm... the air was... perfumed with honeysuckle and violet, their seductive scents luring in from the gardens butterflies as blue as the summer sky.

Along the runway, wind poured through the coat of horsetail fur, and terns, in their skirts, fluttered above the thumbnail and crochet-hook snails, and we knock-swashed up, excreting fumes of carbon fern and marrow—and in the seat pocket, in front of me, were crimped, furled buds, stems bushy with fresh thorns, and her last flagon of perfume, its glass dove alighting to seize it...

You smell like happiness

Mitch waved his hand in front of his nose. "Christ almighty! What is that funk on you?" Gwen smirked. "Eau de Grizzly.

You have carried a branch of tomorrow into the room-its frangrance awakened me.

Everyone knows that there are some odors that send you directly back to memories of your childhood - odors from Christmas time and so forth.

The smell of roasting meat together with that of burning fruit wood and dried herbs, as voluptuous as incense in a church, is enough to turn anyone into a budding gastronome

It is stronge how smells can bring back vivid memories.

Oh, feed me this day, Holy Spirit, with the fragrance of the fields and the freshness of the oceans which you have made, and help me to hear and to hold in all dearness those exacting and wonderful words of our Lord Christ Jesus, saying: Follow me.

I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They offer much pleasure. There is nothing in this world that can be said against them. Sad, isn't, that all they can kiss is the air. Yes, yes! We are the lucky ones.

the faint-pink roses that have never been improved, but come to bud then open like little soft sighs

It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.

Twenty pounds of tomatoes will cook down into a pot of tomato sauce that fits into five one-quart freezer boxes, good for one family meal each. (Be warned, the fragrance of your kitchen will cause innocent bystanders to want to marry you.)

carried a nosegay of summer flowers. Winston

smell the sherry

You smell like the woods.

now and again we would happen to step out of the familiar universe into a sudden sharp shock of sweetly scented air, sudden as spilled perfume, piercing as crystal, dark and sweet as the sound of oboes.

The other dry shampoo I was using was wet feeling but I love Prive's smell and how light and airy my hair feels afterwards!

Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

Love slowly like a ship full of flowers.