Quotes About Scent

If your kitchen smells good, your food lost something.

Any woman who is currently with a man is with him partly because she loves the way he smells.

There are so many high-end body lotions. I just stick to cocoa butter. It works, I like how it smells, my skin is really dry and it helps with that.

I like musk and oud in a really, really delicate way. Because sometimes, if there's too much oud, it just smells like you're in the back of a cab in Harlem and I can't do it.

As far as I'm concerned, attraction, in its most rudimentary form, comes from the way a person naturally smells. I'd say that within the first five seconds of 'inhaling' someone, I know if there's an attraction or not. This may sound animalistic - and it is.

My husband always smells good to me.

I just love good smells.

Everyone always says my hair smells good, and I really just use Garnier Fructis conditioner.

Smell is the shortest synaptic leap in the brain to our memory, and I'm amazed that people don't sniff everything.

I tore open a bag of truffle chips---really truffle-flavored potato chips---that cost $3.95: a novelty I'd never buy on my own. I shook them onto a small plate and the scent of truffles, at once earthy and faintly metallic, filled the air. That scent always triggers a free-floating longing in me, the ache of a bittersweet memory, but with no specific memory attached. (Did such poignancy make the chips worth twice as much as the Lay's?)

It was the incommunicable scent of this country, its intangible essence, that she had brought along with her to France.

Er spürte an ihren Lippen den herben Geruch des Fiebers und atmete ihn ein, als wollte er die Intimität ihres Körpers ganz in sich aufnehmen.

Eighty percent of love is smell.

So what if the airin Paris smells of romance?My shirt smells of you.

The last thing she remembered before finally drifting off was how nice Steffi's hair smelled.

El olor a castañas asadas se mezcla con el anhídrido carbónico de los escapes.

Her scent filled his nostrils. He was shocked to feel his throat tighten with a primal hunger. She smelled like her mother, but fresher, sweeter somehow. Some primitive male instinct warned him this was a bloom still on the vine, fragrant and tender and ripe. He scowled. She might be nectar to a another man, but to a MacDonnell, Dougal Cameron's daughter would be more deadly than nightshade.

She'd loved their scent--not sweet and cloying like other flowers, but pungent. Assertive. She'd loved the way they sprang up wild in vacant lots and roadsides, reminders that true beauty is spontaneous and irrepressible.

The schoolhouse, on this sunlit morning, has begun to take on the scent of girls with wind-blown hair, with seeds in their pockets, with road-hardened feet.

This mind is an amazing thing. It can conjure love from the scent of orange blossoms, peace from a dry breeze, and joy from a patch of grass on a summer day.

I wasn't going to have time to dash to the church down the street and dab holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme.

I inhaled his scent. He was near, a few feet away. Lust nearly buckled my knees. He was a tireless lover. There was nothing off-limits with him.

My daughter Lila loves the smell of gasoline - she always says, 'Mummy, keep the door open ' when I'm filling up the car. I've heard it is one of the most preferred scents in the world - maybe that's something to study for my next fragrance!

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.