Quotes About Perfume

History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.

Not being mean, but Rihanna's perfume smells like a full blown hoe.

Love is a perfume you cannot pour onto others without getting a few drops on yourself.

But, having a perfume and license, in general, is a financial necessity. A designer must, to reap back the money spent on prototypes and all that sort of thing.

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all1

Beauty is an ecstasy it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.

His heart was beating faster. Everett's perfume was his accustomed musk and myrrh; the scent of it conjured tumbled linens, and the touch of hard and knowing hands.

and every Wednesday the perfumed young lady slips me a hundred-crown note to leave her alone with the convict. And by Thursday the hundred crowns are already gone in so much beer. And when the visiting hour is over, the young lady comes out with the stink of jail in her elegant clothes; and the prisoner goes back to his cell with the lady's perfume in his jailbird's suit. And I'm left with the smell of beer. Life is nothing but trading smells.

My viewers actually know about my little routine for spraying perfume. I put it on my wrists and rub them together, then I spray a little bit on my neck and three spritzes in front of me and then I shimmy through them.

Humiecki and Graef asked Laudamiel to create a perfume that captures the state of 'how men cry'—eruptive and sensual. Pictures from Slavic culture, as well as how they deal with melancholia and happiness served as inspiration [sic]. The result is a perfume that combines raw eruption, sensual strength, melancholic warmth and deep mysticism.

Nobody ever died from wearing Mitsouko, but lots of babies were born as a result of it.

Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart, and the pleasantness of one's friend springs from his earnest counsel

Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom.

Smell is the sense of memory and desire.

Dignity is like a perfume; those who use it are scarcely conscious of it.

Music, the perfume of hearing, probably began as a religious act, to arouse groups of people.

Or rather, I dreamed of her constantly, only as absence, not presence: a breeze blowing through a just-vacated house, her handwriting on a notepad, the smell of her perfume, streets in strange lost towns where I knew she'd been walking only a moment before but had just vanished, a shadow moving away against a sunstruck wall. Sometimes I spotted her in a crowd, or in a taxicab pulling away, and these glimpses of her I treasured despite the fact that I was never able to catch up with her.

Somewhere in that vast tapestry of interwoven odors, Angel was sure he could smell the dead. Not their bodies, but their souls. His newest theory was that the dead came as ghosts in sudden finger-thin wafts of perfume or cigarette or hair's sweet soap scents when it was drying in the sun…

Learning to decipher words had only added to the pleasures of holding spines and turning pages, measuring the journey to the end with a thumb-riffle, poring over frontispieces. Books! Opening with a crackle of old glue, releasing perfume; closing with a solid thump.

Happiness is like a perfume, you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself.

I had no idea one ingredient could transform a perfume like that." "That's precisely where the magic is," said Polly, smelling her blotter again. "This is seriously sexy now. Do you like it, Guy?" His eyes were closed again, nose down to the smell, and he made a noise in the back of his throat, almost like a growl. "I love it," he said, opening his eyes and grinning at them.

I just love being around the animals. I enjoy their company, which probably sounds crazy, but I do. I particularly love their smell." "So do I," she said. "It's one of the great smells, actually, and traces of it are used in perfumes. It's called an animalic note." "Gosh," said Chum, "I wouldn't mind some of that. What's it called- Eau de Nag?" "Well, it's more of a hint deep inside a very complex blend of different smells, although one niche company does make a perfume called Stable.

For 'The scent of yoga' she chose Black Lapsang because its smoky opening always made her think of incense and sacred spaces- which is what she tried to create in her former dining room, but without using joss sticks because she didn't think they went well with deep breathing. She closed her eyes as the perfume developed to reveal its Assam-tea middle note, which made her think immediately of that first yoga breakfast with Shirlee and Maxine and the yogi bears.

The next blog was 'The scent of the elders' and there was only one possible perfume choice for that: Mitsouko. Polly hesitated before bringing the blotter to her nose. She knew that perfume- which scent connoisseurs considered 'the greatest chypre'- so well, she wanted to play it through in her mind first, from the sparkling peach top note to the spicy vetiver base, because she didn't have time to let all the stages of it develop.