Quotes About Perfume

Hygiene is important. You gotta smell good. So ladies, please spray some perfume. Hair gotta be done. You gotta look nice.

I keep my perfume in the fridge. If someone sees me in the morning pushing aside the eggs to grab my perfume, it might look a little odd, but it's so refreshing to spray cold fragrance on your skin.

I always have scarves handy; they're my indulgence. I buy them at an L.A. shop called Lost & Found. I'll spray one with loads of my Byredo Gypsy Water perfume, put it on and be like, 'Ah, this feels good.'

I wanted to create an extremely sexy fragrance that would turn a man's head.

Needless to say, perfumes are a must for every season.

The perfume, all those dead whales in the cuts in her hands, it stings.

Kate grasped her small handbag and pulled a small blue vial and threw it into the grinding mass. It shattered harmlessly, causing two creatures to pause with a look of confusion. What is that potion? Simon asked. Kate stared as the two undead things began to shuffle forward again. She glanced into her purse. Damn it! That was my perfume.

I could smell her perfume. It was light and airy, a scent I didn't know, and seemed personal to her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't bear to look at her.

Next morning, his nose still in the dreambag of a deep pillow contributed to his otherwise austere bed by sweet Blanche (with whom, by the parlour-game rules of sleep, he had been holding hands in a heart-breaking nightmare– or perhaps it was just her cheap perfume), the boy was at once aware of the happiness knocking to be let in. He deliberately endeavored to prolong the glow of its incognito by dwelling on the last vestiges of jasmine and tears in a silly dream...

Love, Hannah decided, would be sweet, like her mother's perfume, and soft as marshmallows.

I know someone who believes that Hugo Boss scents constitute proof that God does not exist.

Your perfume. . .' His tone held a faint hint of surprise. 'I'd somehow expected you to wear something more. . .sultry. I don't recognize this fragrance.' 'It's new," Courtenay said tersely. 'It's called Get Lost. You've probably never encountered it before.

and elegant women who filled the air with perfume and colour like the flowers in front of the Tuileries Palace" (pg. 85)

Dupa powinna pachnie? dup?, a nie wod? kolo?sk?.

A human life was measured out in bouquets, was it not? New mothers received them. So did graduating seniors, young lovers, blushing brides, and the dead. A flower woman was time's avatar, colorizing the hours, perfuming fleeting instants.

He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm. You smell so good." "Oh, yeah," I said, smirking. "I call this new perfume 'Le Jungle grime et tropical BO.' " "Dirt and sweat. Very sexy.

that palpable odor pumped out through the

Givenchy Dahlia Noir perfume that wafted toward me.

I've always loved to combine different scents to come up with my own unique thing.

There are no women who do not like perfume, there are women who have not found their scent.

Why are women wearing perfumes that smell like flowers to attract men? Men don't like flowers. I have a great idea for a scent that will attract men - how about "New Car Interior"?

The woman who has the best perfume is she who has none.

I hope women who wear my perfume will have men all over them.

I don't think that women need to smell interesting.