Quotes About Perfume

My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of Ein Gedi. —SONG OF SONGS, 1:13–14

Thirty. "Something of the maiden's fragrance lingers with a woman until she is twenty-nine, but nothing is left about the body of the woman of thirty years.

Her life had been altogether artificial; she had always been a great garden lily in a hot-house, she had never known what it was to be blown by a fresh breeze on a sun-swept moorland like a heather flower. The hot-house shelters from all chills and is full of perfume, but you can see no horizon from it; that alone is the joy of the moorland.

And once out, Eleanor thought silently, you can't put it back any more than returning a mist of perfume to a bottle once it has been sprayed.

She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.

They smelled of road dust and horses. He breathed it in like perfume. Best of all was the noise. Leather creaking. Men laughing. The fire cracked and spat. The women flirted. Someone even knocked over a chair. For the first time in a long while there was no silence in the Waystone Inn. Or if there was, it was too faint to be noticed, or too well hidden. Kote

He had used only a drop of his perfume for his performance in Grasse. There was enough left to enslave the whole world. If he wanted, he could be feted in Paris, not by tens of thousands, but by hundreds of thousands of people; or could walk out to Versailles and have the King kiss his feet; write the Pope a perfumed letter and reveal himself as the new Messiah; be anointed in Notre-Dame as Supreme Emperor before kings, or even as God come to earth.

He had learned to extend the journey from his mental notion of a scent to the finished perfume by way of writing down the formula.

Odours have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions or will. The persuasive power of an dour cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.

No dejo de observar que el propósito del perfume era conseguir un efecto embriagador y atrayente y reconocía la bondad de las diferentes esencias de las que estaban compuestos, pero en conjunto le parecían más bien toscos y pesados, chapuceros más que sutiles.

Hay en el perfume una fuerza de persuasión más fuerte que las palabras, el destello de las miradas, los sentimientos y la voluntad. La fuerza de persuasión del perfume no se puede contrarrestar, nos invade como el aire invade nuestros pulmones, nos llena, nos satura, no existe ningún remedio contra ella

There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else.

The second rule is: perfume lives in time; it has its youth, its maturity, and its old age. And only if it gives off a scent equally pleasant at all three different stages of its life, can it be called successful

There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else. So, to hell with it he thought. To hell with the world. With the perfume. With himself

He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.

The heavy scent of perfume and the red slashes of lipstick, so strong in the fifties, revolted me. For a time I resented her. She was the messenger and also the message

Anyone who mixes perfume like it or puts it on an outsider shall be cut off from his people.í”

And he was buried in the tomb that he had cut out for himself in the City of David. They laid him on a bier that was full of spices and various blended perfumes; then they made a great fire in his honor.

I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, with aloes, and with cinnamon.

A good name is better than fine perfume, and oneís day of death is better than his day of birth.

As dead flies bring a stench to the perfumerís oil, so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honor.

While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.

You went to Molech with oil and multiplied your perfumes. You have sent your envoys a great distance; you have descended even to Sheol itself.