Quotes About Scent

I've never had coffee. I've always hated the smell. It was always tea. I was a pretty typical kid, though. I grew up drinking Lipton. I didn't know there was other tea to drink.

Jacki Smith is a masterful artist of magickal candles. I've enjoyed her blend of strong magickal intentions and great smelling scents in her products. To have her wisdom in a book is a treasure!

she had watched the wrong fields.... The weight of all her unhappy years seemed for a moment to weigh her bosom down to the earth; she trembled, understanding for the first time how miserable she had been; and in another moment she was released. It was all gone, it could never be again, and never had been. Tears of thankfulness ran down her face. With every breath she drew, the scent of the cowslips flowed in and absolved her.

all her thoughts slid together again like a pack of hounds that have picked up the scent.

Vinden hadde stilnet, og nå, mens luften tyknet og et kobberskarpt lyn fortengte den milde duften av eukalyptus og akasie, mintes hun de første årene av sitt ekteskap. Fortiden tok henne igjen, visket ut nåtiden, og ble så livaktig at det var som om de mellomliggende årene aldri hadde eksistert.

Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends' secret places.

She smelled of sweet safe things I hadn't smelt in years,

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.

The whole place reeked of tharra.

It was the scent of my mother and it couldn't be broken down into parts.

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 in my marriage to Roy, I felt blessed in the old-fashioned sense, in the way that anyone would be in finding someone whose smell you enjoyed.

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.

My mom would have different fragrances for different times of the year. They were a part of her identity. I don't remember the specific ones she used, but I remember the bottles.

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.

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.

Wartime lipstick is necessarily cobbled together from whatever tailings and gristle were left over once all the good stuff was use to grease propeller shafts. A florid and cloying scent is needed to conceal its unspeakable mineral and animal origins. It is the smell of War.

I love the scent of a man under pressure.

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

other people's perfume sticks with you like a bladder infection.

would draw P-38s as the scent of human flesh draws mosquitoes.

I can smell the sex on her. I hope she smells the love on me.