Quotes About Scent

Riesling? It smells like an intensive care ward.

My mom and I used to always get these Bath & Body Works candles but I like anything that smells warm. I love vanilla.

I don't wear fragrance. The most fragrant I smell is probably from a St. Ives Body Wash. It's not that I don't like it. I just don't necessarily feel like I need to add a fragrance to myself.

I don't like washing away your body's natural oils and pheromones. Those are good. You have to keep those.

She smelled romantic, if he could claim romance as a scent, like a melting, sweet Alabama summer evening. The fragrance gathered in the hollow place between his heart and ribs.

I'm happy to blame you, as long as that means I wasn't the cause of any delay in Aunt Mary's birthday celebration," Celeste said with a smile as she headed for her great-aunt. She kissed the woman's lined cheek as the familiar scent of Mary's favorite White Shoulders perfume washed over her. "Happy birthday, my dear. You are still just as stunning as ever.

I'm a big candle guy.

I'm a great lighter and lover of candles, particularly fragranced ones, as I'm kind of addicted to scent.

My favorite perfumes are Bois Farine and Chanel Coromandel.

I love wearing Aqua de Gioia by Armani, and Chanel.

The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on.

I smelled of gin. Not just casually, as if I had taken four or five drinks of a winter morning to get out of bed on, but as if the Pacific Ocean was pure gin and I had nosedived off the boat deck. The gin was in my hair and eyebrows, on my chin and under my chin. It was on my shirt. I smelled like dead toads.

A occasional whiff of his personality drifted back to me.

His tall, lanky body had the wrinkles of sleep, and he smelled like cotton and dreams.

I live in an ocean of smell…

Once the scent caught me on the street in Greenwich Village. I stopped in my tracks and looked around. Where was it coming from? A shop? The trees? A passerby? I could not tell. I only knew the smell made me cry. I stood on the sidewalk in Greenwich Village as people brushed by, and felt suddenly young and terribly open, as if I were waiting for something. I live in an ocean of smell, and the ocean is my mother.

sits on the bedspread between her and Necie. I can smell that nail polish in the clean cool air of the woods. The minute Mama opens her mouth I realize she's had at least four drinks. Her voice is loose and deep and content and amused, and she says: Edythe, don't you ever

The imprisoning scent of jasmine that always awakened in him a desire to flee.

could smell the peppery-sweet perfume of pinks

I'm not a bath man myself. More of a cologne man.

I'm looking for a perfume to overpower men - I'm sick of karate.

God gave me some weird, beautiful scent that makes men and women go crazy. People compare it to Carvel. It is a whale of a smell.

It is kind of cliche to say you like a man to smell like a man, but I really do. My husband can go three or four days without taking a shower and the man never smells.

If men have a smell it's usually an accident.