Quotes About Scent

The warm air smelled of the day's sunshine, of dew, and of a hundred aromatic leaf scents.

Here Sally's hooves crushed the herbs underfoot and the warm air became redolent with the scent of sage and thyme.

we reached the bay which was rimmed with silvery olive groves and great golden tangles of broom that sent its heavy musky scent out over the still clear waters.

He drenched himself in a scent so thick that it was almost visible

He drenched himself in a scent so thick that it was almost visible and he had only to spend a second in a room to permeate the whole atmosphere, while the cushions he leaned against and the chairs he sat in reeked for days afterwards.

Anys was so skilled with plants and balms that she knew how to extract their fragrant oils, and these she wore on her person so that a light, pleasant scent, like summer fruits and flowers, always preceded her.

As the dew to the blossom, the bud to the bee, As the scent to the rose, are those memories to me.

She woke to the scent of coffee, and wondered if that was how mornings in heaven smelled.

The seductive scent climbed into her sleeping brain like a lover up a flower-strewn trellis.

The place smelled like an incense farm married to a flower shop.

She stepped inside, into warmth and white marble veined with gray, into the strangely spicy scent of whatever the masses of bold flowers cast off from their silver urn on the central table.

I don't know if it's scientifically possible, but I swear there's about six months' worth of trapped boy-farts in this room.

Hunde la cabeza en la camiseta del niño. ¿Es pura imaginación suya o la tela conserva aún el leve olor a canela de la piel del niño?

Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.

That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they'd recently added a Tragedy line.

Rehv swooped down with his long arms and gathered her up against him, tucking her with vital care to his chest. Ducking his head to hers, his voice was deep and grave. I never thought I would see you again. As he shuddered, she lifted her hands up to his torso. After holding herself back for a moment...she embraced him as fully as he did her. You smell the same, she said rought, putting her nose right into the collar of his fine silk shirt. Oh...God, you smell the same.

As she took a deep breath, all she smelled was him, the scent going in her nose and blooming all over her body. Bastard, she thought. Irresistible bastard

In the process of terrorizing an article on spring training, Butch glanced over at Marissa again, and V knew the two were going to take off soon—but not because they were finished with their coffee. Funny, he knew what was going to happen from extrapolation, not second sight or because he could read their minds: Butch was letting off the bonding scent, and Marissa loved being with her male

My scent's all over you. It's inside of you. That's how my people will know who your mate is. It's also a warning." "A warning?" she breathed, languor suffusing her body. "To other males. It tells them who will come after them with a dagger if they touch you." Okay, that shouldn't be erotic as hell. But it was.

He smelled her instantly, and wouldn't you know it, he got a hard-on.

rose-colored stuff. The shit was everywhere, from the rug and the drapes, to the wallpaper and the sheets, and Xcor's scent was all over the place. Clearly, this was his private room—and there was some serious satisfaction that the fucker had had to crash in this estrogen-dominated nightmare. Like sleeping in a goddamn womb. Rhage shuddered as he walked out into the hall. "Wonder if he's been suffering from a phantom urge to wear high heels.

She could tell him how he smelled. So good. Like the crisp, clear mountains.Tu sens bon. Comme les montanges. He arched a brow, his lids dropping partway closed. Tu es sexy. Je tiens à vous lécher partout. Oh, God. He understood.

If you don't mind smelling like peanut butter for two or three days, peanut butter is darn good shaving cream.

I think scent is sensual. I guess evoking a mood or a spirit is key, and I think with the women's fragrances we have evoked different types, moods or sensibilities of a woman - whether it's Daisy with the sweetness and the innocence or Lola which is more provocative, sexy and sultry.