Quotes About Fragrance

Many a flower is born to blush unseen,    And waste its fragrance on the desert air.

Hmm, What did I love? I think all the scents. Mama's lilac trees, and the wild iris in the fields, and rain on the breeze on a hot day. Apple and pear blossoms. The hay just cut. The mix of odors in the barn when the sunlight was shafting through the cracks in the boards, heating everything up.

His voice was cloves and nightingales.

Grooming in football is quite big. I'm somebody that brings my Boss Bottled Unlimited to training or in my washbag, and I've put a few of my teammates onto that.

I hope that the women who wear my perfume will have men all over them.

Even if the flower is no more, still, the fragrance can be.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

Rosewater & Glycerin spray is amazing as a mist. I get it at health food stores. It smells good and is really hydrating.

I love the smell right after a storm.

You look to me like misty roses Too soft to touch But too lovely to leave alone

There's no stopping the soul that radiates out and around us, any more than one can stop the sweet perfume of a rose. You could, of course, hold your nose. But the rose will continue to exude its rich fragrance, even while you suffocate.

I wear Aveda Energizing oil. I am big into aromatherapy.

Sprinkling drops of lavender and clary-sage oil into a bath is a totally simple yet complex pleasure.

I use only essential oils for perfumes.

Essential oils are extremely important to me.

I don't really use fragrance. I use essential oils, but not necessarily every day.

I'm a bit old school with my aftershave - I still wear Joop.

In France one must adapt oneself to the fragrance of a urinal.

The wind shook some blossoms from the trees, and the heavy lilac blooms, with their clustering stars, moved to and fro in the languid air. A grasshopper began to chirp by the wall, and like a blue thread a long, thin dragonfly floated past on its brown gauze wings. Lord Henry felt as if he could hear Basil Hallward's heart beating, and wondered what was coming.

Lord Henry went out to the garden and found Dorian Gray burying his face in the great cool lilac-blossoms, feverishly drinking in their perfume as if it had been wine.

I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair, Love will waft it till it settles On your hair. And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst

In the slanting beams that streamed through the open doorway the dust danced and was golden. The heavy scent of the roses seemed to brood over everything.

Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs;