Quotes About Fragrance

The bread was so powerfully aromatic that, had I been alone, I would have been tempted to push my face into it.

What memoir of childhood doesn't at some point turn on the scent of a sweet pea or a freshly cut lawn or a boxwood hedge, to leap the fence of years?

I personally love mini bouquets randomly throughout my bathroom and my dressing room. I'll put a small bouquet on a dresser or on a round marble table in my bathroom next to the sink.

I cannot live without flowers everywhere. I grew up having a big garden, the size of a city block, in Rombas.

I fall in love with any girl who smells of library paste.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

Is love the sweetness of flowers?

I love a nicely groomed guy who smells good. That's important.

To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.

carpet tickling the bottoms of their feet and their nosegays

The next time you spray on Chanel No. 5 (assuming you do), you may wish to reflect that you are dousing yourself in distillate of unseen sea monster.

The day when people once again die from the scratch of a rose thorn may not be far away.

AÈ™ vrea s? m? retrag într-o gutuie. Ar mirosi frumos acolo. ?i, pe urm?, acolo aÈ™ fi liniÈ™tit.

From the open window came the mingled odours of horse-sweat, peaches and sour milk.

Don't disappear,' I tell her sternly. 'Do not disappear.' She makes a rueful, amused face. 'I won't,' she says. 'We can't keep rescuing each other,' I say. 'It's ridiculous.' She smiles. It is a smile with a little sadness in it. But she still wears the perfume – the first thing I ever knew of her – and it still makes me think of Sunlight and Happiness.

sa's smell (the fragrance of a beautiful man) is what I miss the most. […] Like a virus his smell entered me and changed my cells, slowly, over years, until they craved only that smell, which was their oxygen.

Asa's smell (the fragrance of a beautiful man) is what I miss the most. […] Like a virus his smell entered me and changed my cells, slowly, over years, until they craved only that smell, which was their oxygen.

I breathed him in, feeling the effect of him— his nearness, his support— permeate my being. The smell of his soap was muted now, the naturally seductive scent of his skin altering the fragrance into something richer and more delicious. When I was restless, he settled me.

I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.

She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odours bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone.

The claw / Of the magnolia, / Drunk on its own secrets, / Asks nothing of life.

In the infinitesimal glow of the stars, the trees and flowers were strewing their cool odos. There was no moon.

Gri kadife koltuÄŸa yaslan?p gözlerimi kapad?m. S?rça fanusun havas? çevremi sarm??t?, k?m?ldayam?yordum.

She had an interesting, slightly sweaty smell