Quotes About Scent

When I came to you out of all that dust and heat and toil, I positively smelt violets at once. But not the sweet violet - you know, that early dark violet that smells of melting snow and spring grass.

Where do my tears go? Why is it that I can't cry now when I need to? Yet I knew that later my tears would be unexpectedly triggered by the scent of lilacs, or the low hum of a cello.

It was summer again, and the summer nights smelled like murdered grass and sounded like crickets fucking.

The fragrance that permeates his picture of the good life is not the heavy fragrance of rose-petals and incense falling upon languorous couches: it is the fragrance of the morning grass, and the scent of crushed mint or marjoram beneath the feet.

Most of the oils which are valued as scents are mixtures of substances; only the combined effect of these leads to the known result.

olí a medicinas y a años de encierro y de verdura hervida y sobre todo a viejo, y supe que ese era el olor desdichado de los héroes

Chopin--Two embalmers at work upon a minor poetthe scent of tuberosesAutumn rain.

If you're stressed at work, or before a competition, or if you need to be energized, or relaxed, there's so many scents that kind of take you there.

Smell is a long-distance sense, a way of stretching time and finding out in advance what lies ahead.

My first and strongest memories about perfume come from childhood, from my mother, and they are a complex blend of her private and public selves.

Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

Lowering his arm again, he gazed at her through the darkness and caught the subtle shimmer of her red hair, visible even in the low light. Reaching out, he gathered up a waist-length strand and rubbed the silky ends between his fingers in a slow, measuring glide. Without giving himself time to think, he raised the tress to his nose and inhaled, closing his eyes as Grace's sweet rose-and-honey scent flooded his senses.

Almost imperceptibly, he moved closer, the warmth of his body radiating outward, together with his own mesmerizing scent- clean and male and uniquely him. "What fragrance are you wearing?" he asked. "Nothing. I don't wear perfume, at least not often." He inched nearer still, his voice lowering to a murmur. "You're just naturally sweet then, are you? Exactly as I expected.

He spoke her name as though he held cinnamon in his mouth.

Smell is of all senses by far the most evocative: perhaps because we have no vocabulary for it – nothing but a few poverty-stricken approximations to describe the whole vast complexity of odour – and therefore the scent, unnamed and unnamable, remains pure of association; it cannot be called upon again and again, and blunted, by the use of a word; and so it strikes afresh every time, bringing with it all the circumstances of its first perception. This

The wind began to blow again. It was the levanter, the wind that came from Africa. It didn't bring with it the smell of the desert, nor the threat of Moorish invasion. Instead, it brought the scent of a perfume he knew well, and the touch of a kiss—a kiss that came from far away, slowly, slowly, until it rested on his lips. The boy smiled. It was the first time she had done that. I'm coming, Fatima, he said.

She traveled a lot, got married a lot, divorced a lot, and always carried the scent of patchouli in the multiethnic clothing she invariably wore.

Perfume is the art that makes memory speak

The scent of flowers is the glory of gardens and the scent of art is the glory of Paris!

He drew in her scent. Her breath smelled of

She smelled of talcum powder and Big Red.

Stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more. 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

Let him smell his way to Dover!

Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.