Quotes About Perfume

nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathed perfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it.

Glück ist ein Parfüm, das du nicht auf andere sprühen kannst, ohne selbst ein paar Tropfen abzubekommen.

Kerosene, he said, because the silence had lengthened, is nothing but perfume to me.

The odors of perfume were fanned out on the summer air by the whirling vents of the grottoes where the women hid like undersea creatures, under electric cones, their hair curled into wild whorls and peaks, their eyes shrewd and glassy, animal and sly, their mouths painted a neon red.

Kerosene...is nothing but perfume to me

Sie schufen ein Elixier, mit dem man Buchpapier parfümieren konnte, welches all diese beschriebenen Angstsymptome erzeugte, von der Gänsehaut bis hin zum Herzstillstand.

I grew up in a kitchen, and I guess the scent of food is like a perfume. It has stayed with me all my life.

I smell like armpits.

I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

And so the point of this story is that when I first met you at the photocopy machine, sure, we talked like a telethon and everything, but the perfume you were wearing then—that perfume was the smell of my stamp album, the smell of countries I always wanted to visit but never thought I'd be able to. It was like you had the world inside you.

I once went to the Mayfair club Annabel's and the best thing about it was the Ladies. Perfumed air, exotic wallpaper, full-length mirrors - when you've had enough of the bustle, it's like having a rest in a boudoir: a female sanctuary.

Chanel No. 5 is my perfume when I'm feeling like a lady. It's old-school and warm - and it reminds me of my mom.

It's the smell of life, Mother." Emily drew deep. "Gasoline, horses, the sweat of men, the perfume of women.

How does she do that?" Bird asked. I didn't have to ask who the she was. I knew it was Tiffany. Nor did I have to ask what Bird was referring to. Jason and Mac were leaning toward Tiffany, listening to whatever it was she was saying, like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Does she wear, like, turn-'em-stupid perfume or something?" Bird asked.

I'm happy to blame you, as long as that means I wasn't the cause of any delay in Aunt Mary's birthday celebration," Celeste said with a smile as she headed for her great-aunt. She kissed the woman's lined cheek as the familiar scent of Mary's favorite White Shoulders perfume washed over her. "Happy birthday, my dear. You are still just as stunning as ever.

Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself.

Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others with out getting a few drops on yourself.

I love wearing Aqua de Gioia by Armani, and Chanel.

Do you like orchids?' 'Not particularly,' I said. The General half closed his eyes. 'They are nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men. And their perfume has the rotten sweetness of a prostitute.' I

When Giverny came out with a Gemina B. perfume advertised as with the slogan 'the fatal flower', I wondered if women should aspire to smell like a mutilated corpse.

He was a young man of savage & unexpected originality, a diseased genius & quite frankly, a mad genius. Imbeciles grow insane & in their insanity the imbecility remains stagnant or agitated; in the madness of a man of genius some genius often remains: the form & not the quality of intelligence has been affected; the fruit has been bruised in the fall, but has preserved all its perfume & all the savor of its pulp, hardly too ripe.

It's no coincidence that the women who spray perfume all over themselves are always the ones with an orange tan too. I put it down to the fact that all the CFC gases they pump out burn up the ozone above their heads, so the sun tans them the most. Obvious, innit.

could smell the peppery-sweet perfume of pinks

I'm looking for a perfume to overpower men - I'm sick of karate.