Quotes About Fragrance

Ulysse apprit à Calypso le nom des arbres, la couleur d'une fleur, le goût de la papaye, le vibrato d'un do. Il lui apprit à reconnaître les parfums. Celui de l'orange et de la mandarine, de la fleur de violette et de la vanille, de la rose poivrée et de l'ylang-ylang, du bois de cèdre et du patchouli. Et tout cela composait un parfum. Le parfum des femmes qui aiment et s'élèvent dans le ciel.

It could be argued that all perfume is born out of shame; a self-consciousness of our natural odour.

The world is defined by smells – not words or shapes or sounds.

fragrance is an aspiration. A goal. Not just a tool of seduction but of power and status.

Perfume should tell a story –

jessamine. Flowering

I love the smell of estrogen in the morning

What is that *smell*?" Eliot shook his head. "I keep telling you, it's fresh air.

Jake's hair smelled like iced tea with honey in it, after all the ice has melted.

That romance is nowhere as vividly encapsulated as in that moment when a pile of hard, almost odorless gray-green seeds is suddenly and magically transformed into the fragrant vehicle of our dreams, reveries, and conversation. To be the magicians waving the wand of transformation makes that metamorphosis all the more stirring and resonant.

Imperceptible It withers in the world, This flower-like human heart.

Se algo era merda, cheiraria a merda por mais que se jogasse perfume em cima.

It really was me at Ossing. And it was wonderful. You smelled as sweet as these flowers. I love you.

Fresh flowers bloomed from vases, sweetly scenting the air. Again, he had no idea. Fine. He'd requested those. That shit smelled good.

The air smelled like testosterone and manflesh again. (That was a thing, right?)

I sniffed. "What?" "The fragrance of a genuine compliment from Mad Rogan. So rare and sweet.

El paraíso huele de una forma muy concreta: a alcantarilla.

Of all fragrances, the sweetest is that of virtue.

I believe that life is given us so that we may grow in love, and I believe that God is in me as the sun is in the color and fragrance of a flower.

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

As there are some flowers which you should smell but slightly to extract all that is pleasant in them ... so there are some men with whom a slight acquaintance is quite sufficient to draw out all that is agreeable; a more intimate one would be unsafe and unsatisfactory.

A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses.

The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.

The fragrance of what you give away stays with you.