Quotes About Fragrance

but all it takes is one whiff of the right smell—jasmine, lapsang souchong, a specific old-fashioned soap that I've never been able to identify—or one sideways shaft of afternoon light at a particular angle, and I'm lost, in thrall all over again.

When I think about the Spain case, from deep inside endless nights, this is the moment I remember. Everything else, every other slip and stumble along the way, could have been redeemed. This is the one I clench tight because of how sharp it slices. Cold still air, a weak ray of sun glowing on the wall outside the window, smell of stale bread and apples.

THERE CAN BE FEW delights in the world as pleasant as a Siracusan spring. The fragrance of the lemon, orange, apricot, almond and peach blossoms pervade the city, enriched by the moist, salty sea breezes. On

The whole place reeked of tharra.

If you were to ask me what it smelled like, I couldn't answer any more than you would know what to say if someone asked you to describe the fragrance of coffee. It was the scent of my mother and it couldn't be broken down into parts.

But I recognized them by the ambition that clung to their skins like spicy cologne, the slight breeze of power that stirred the air, and finally, a mourning that left my mouth tasting of ash.

The book-lined room was redolent of beeswax and old leather books, spilt whiskey on ancient woolen carpets, and whiffs of woodsmoke from fires long gone cold.

I think it speaks of all women having those few special things that make them feel feminine. And so when I was a little girl, I would associate Guerlain with that.

On the rare occasions when my mother perfumed herself, she was going out, and so I rarely smelled those special scents up close on her body, except during kisses goodbye.

I always write 'Magic Potion' on my perfume bottles so when I use them, it feels magical - I make spells in the morning when I put them on.

I think it's important for a guy to be 'protective,' shall we say, but you don't want to come off like you just rolled around in an Old Spice factory. Everyone has their own natural scent.

The mark of spirituality is the fragrance of Christ in our lives and the fragrance of Christ in every aspect of who we are as a person.

Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Spice and not a lady. I'm on a horse.

Is a man satisfied, merely because he is perfumed himself, to mingle with a malodorous crowd?

I like a man who smells good. Puts on cologne; lotions his body. It keeps me wanting. I like feeling that way.

He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.

Splendid cheeses they were, ripe and mellow, and with a two hundred horse-power scent about them that might have been warranted to carry three miles, and knock a man over at two hundred yards.

I'm not really keen on men wearing perfumes. It's just a bit wrong! I don't find it sexy. I prefer essential oils - patchouli is nice.

I love the scent of a man under pressure.

Working on the native-herb garden in the front corner of the yard. Already thriving: thyme, hyssop, spearmint, lemon balm, fennel, chamomile, marjoram. Must add: lavender, ambrosia, valerian, mugwort, pennyroyal, gillyflower, and (when it's warmer) sweet basil.

She smelled good: not an easy thing to accomplish in 1714.

Coals gleamed in the hearth and the air was fragrant with pine branches, frankincense, and lapsang souchong tea. It was New Year's Day.

I love the smell of the universe in the morning.

Forgiveness is the fragrance that is left on the heel that crushed the violet.