Quotes About Scent

She is the only rose that doesn't smell of plastic

The house smelled of vitamins.

She caught a whiff of man-scent piss from where Easy had tucked the undershirt next to his dick.

The scent of the unsilenced sea would linger on In these dark waves, and round the silence that was you.

a certain stink on a certain kind of soul, a foul scent of hateful smallness too often thwarted . . . then given an ounce of power.

Vic smelled the vast vault filled with books before she saw it... She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.

My own love of books begins long before I start to read them. First of all, I am an incurable book-sniffer; when I open a new book I at once savour its scent, and I have had some odd looks from bookshop assistants in consequence...

Mornings smell and taste like fresh, raw life; Night reeks of dreams. Afternoons are scentless, save for tea & 3pm regret.

Perfume: any smell that is used to drown out a worse one.

I follow the scent of falling rain And head for the place where it is darkest I follow the lightning And draw near to the place where it strikes —NAVAJO CHANT

Pleasure is the flower that fades, remembrance is the lasting perfume.

You have this scent" Hana said quietly, "I used to think it was your perfume. Joy, ne?" "I still wear that." "I know," Hana said, and Etsuko resisted the urge to sniff her own wrists. "It's not just the perfume, though, it's all the other creams and things that you wear, and it makes up this smell. I used to walk around department stores wondering what it was. The smell of mama." Book 3, p401

El olor de comida cocinándose es a menudo relajante.

January. She drove to the city early, a cold day, the pavements were frozen, the pigeons huddled in the R'S of a FURNITURE sign. The city is a cathedral of possessions; its scent is dreams. Even those who have been rejected by it cannot leave.

There was a smell, the Golux thought, a little like Forever in the air, but mixed with something faint and less enduring, possibly the fragrance of a flower.

She still had a great deal to do, but she was finally on the right track with an incredible, intoxicating blend of rose, tuberose, and jasmine, sandalwood and an amber blend. Inhaling, the romantic scent conjured exquisite joy. The path had come to her in a dream, the melding of sandalwood and patchouli with amber notes of vanillin and labdanum absolute in a manner that was nothing short of exquisite.

The stately tuberose is reluctant to share its effusive scent, yielding only to enfleurage- petals pressed into fat between glass, rinsed in alcohol. The carnal charisma of tuberose, one of the perfumer's most expensive essential oils, heightens the white floral bouquet, lifting it up on angels' wings. -DB

ginger flowers

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.

I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the dark.

I like stick deodorant. I'm not a huge fan of spritz.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

Flavor is, counterintuitively, less than 10% taste and more than 90% smell.

Sometimes the right scent is the one that seems all wrong. Sometimes a woman goes into a perfume shop seeking adaptation. Or metamorphosis. Or an outright lie. if you can convince a client just a little bit, he'll convince himself the rest of the way. He wants so much to believe. Faith. It's vital in both thievery and perfume. Perfume was the most exquisite fraud of all - a pretty little bottle of cheap fixings and alcohol that you sold for at least triple its worth.