Quotes About Scent

He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I'd always told him the cologne couldn't be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.

Perfume can be good . . . especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry." - Adrian Ivashkov

Air dogs excelled at tracking scent in the air. Ground dogs like bloodhounds and beagles worked best tracking scent particles close to or on the ground. Scott

The man's breathing grew shallow and steady, his heartbeat slowed, and when the surge of his pulse grew no slower, Maggie knew he was sleeping. She lifted her head enough to see him, but seeing him was unnecessary. She could smell his sleep by the change in his scent as his body relaxed and cooled. She

nostrils flickered and twitched. Her breathing pattern changed when she sniffed for a scent. Sniffing wasn't breathing. The air she drew for sniffing did not enter her lungs. Sniffs were small sips she took in groups called trains. A train could be from three to seven sniffs, and Maggie always sniffed in threes. Sniff-sniff-sniff, pause, sniff-sniff-sniff. Budress' dog, Obi, sniffed in trains of five. Always five. No one knew why, but each dog was different. Scott

Nothing smelled worse than the death of another human being. Not horses or cattle or rotten whales washed onto a beach. Human death was the smell of what hid in the future, waiting for you.

Her tiny hand gripped mine with a surprising warmth, and in a shocking wash of emotion, I felt everything I knew shift. The scent of cinnamon and baby powder hit me, and as my eyes widened, my heart melted, making room for her.

He froze as the scent of her hair met him. It was touching his cheek,tickling him. I cant afford this, he thought, but he didnt move, watching her finger trace the new line. He cracked my mirror,she said, clearly angry.

It was starting to smell really good in here. And if I liked what it smelled like, then they were liking what they were smelling, and ah…that would be me.

I can smell her all over you. You need some help taming her? Let me break her in for you.

It smelled like sex and dog in here. But mostly it smelled like sex.

The feeling of old power emanating from the locked room was as different from the smell upstairs as a chocolate kiss is to a premium Belgium sweet.

Damn, cher , you still smell like a blossom. Been so long since I've seen a flower that I'd nearly forgotten what they smelled like. He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. You're dressing up and using expensive perfume? Ole Jack senses a trap. Consider me snared.

You smell like honeysuckle. You likin' ole Jack now? I never stopped liking you. Even when you were warding me away with the power of Catholicism.

With a flick of her hand, Sabine wove an illusion. Suddenly she and Lanthe both looked like patients. We'll create a stampede of humans and run out into the night with them. Lanthe shook her head. The Vrekeners will scent us. Sabine blinked at her. Lanthe, have you not smelled my humans?

Gods, she was as exquisite as her scent— Wham! The demons tackled him with the force of a freight train, flattening him on the field, piling on top of him.

she could detect his scent: evergreen, copper, and . . . male.

I wonder if perfume could set a man drunk.

Herne smelled so damn good when he passed by me that I wanted to just climb up him and lick him like a lollipop.

A hidden poetry that will be lost if any mediocrity is shed. Genius is a casualty. The poetry must never be conspicuous — its scent is only detectable when subtle.

There is something about the aroma of fresh books that's totally intoxicating. A new book has a certain clean, crisp smell full of promise that is difficult to define. Sort of like the scent and feeling of just-washed bed linens at the moment you slide your legs between them.

Every scent is the sun's scent.

I think it's interesting that 'cologne' rhymes with 'alone.'

Dune by Christian Dior. Luca Turin, who wrote a fragrance guide, calls it 'the bleakest beauty in all perfumery.' Here,