Quotes About Fragrance

I love musk oil. There's something about musk that makes it memorable without being overpowering.

I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

Perfume is like a personal signature, which is why I like to mix my own. For years I've paired Femme by Rochas with Shalimar and love the results.

On my desk, I always have a lemon or a lime drying. I love the fragrance. Also, a Staedtler eraser, a brush for the eraser and a pencil sharpener.

She stooped to pick a wild pink rose, avoiding the tiny spines that slivered like unseen glass hairs onto one's fingers. There was little scent, but the creamy softness of the petals like the insides of a dog's ear more than made up for it. She placed one on her tongue, and imagined she could taste the hills, the bittersweet tang of life.

Color of cinnamonClove's sweet smell,I've come a long wayTo see Gabrielle.

al verla pienso] en una flor de jardín, auténtica, despidiendo su aroma, en medio de un montón de flores de papel...

Sufletul unui îndr?gostit miroase a camer? de bolnav neaerisit?,a atmosfer? închis?,alimentat? chiar de pl?mânii ce o vor ÅŸi respira.AÅŸa se face c? întreaga îndr?gostire tinde automat c?tre frenezie.L?sat? în voia ei,ea va continua s? se multiplice pân? la ultima extremitate posibil?.

She was attractive because she was young, because she had nice eyes, a pretty nose, and a small mouth, and because her features were harmonious and enlivened by a sweet expression; but she was not a beauty to strike the eye at first glance; she was like a flower in the fields, pale and without noticeable fragrance, which is carelessly stepped underfoot, and whose beauty can be appreciated only after a careful examination, one of those nameless flowers of almost imperceptible perfume.

Mothuighim boladh an Éireannaigh bhinn bhreugaigh faoi m'fhóidín dúthaigh.

Era un año de prosperidad. Y en los huertos los copos de flores formaban una capa tan densa y tan alta que se hubiera podido caminar por encima descalzo, sintiendo la tierra tan sólo como una remota realidad.

In the green escape of my palace, over a bridge, under a canopy of opalescent light, through there, between dark branches and their shivering leaves, I'm lost in the scent of yellow roses, arrested by the range's filtering light.

I sipped, thanking the particles of tea leaves for absorbing the sun's heat on dewy terraced mountains, growing fat and lustrous, then drying in the same heat, preserving God's grace in a fragile, fragrant medium for me to drink at this table.

The world was so beautiful in those days, Annika. The music, the flowers, the scent of pines..." "It still is," said Annika. "Honestly, it still is.

There was an ingredient used in perfumes and remedies in the Middle Ages called 'momie' that is certainly one of the most fascinating I've come across.

The first perfume I remember actually having myself is Daisy.

I'd say the best scents are ones that don't overtake a room. I love things that remind me of the outdoors and home.

I occasionally wear Miss Dior perfume. It's quite elegant and feminine. It reminds me of a romantic evening out.

I actually hate it when I forget to put on perfume. It's become a part of my routine and something that represents who I am. Not visually or vocally, it's another level. If I forget, it feels like some part of me is missing.

What makes it smell so sweet?" they wanted to know. "Because everything,--every little wild plum-blossom, every little tiny crocus and anemone and violet and every tree-bud and grass-blade is working to help make the prairie nice.

It was queer how it all hurt you--how the odor of the night, the silver sheen of the moon, the moist feeling of the dew, the whispering of the night breeze, how somewhere down in your throat it hurt you.

The day after the day that I walk out the front door and the air is crisp, with just a hint of the Autumn days ahead, I put cinnamon in my coffee.

On either side the wild roses, their pink dewy faces turned to the sun, tumbled over the fences, sprawled on the ground and filled the air with their pure summery smell.