Quotes About Cologne

I—drunk! said Caderousse; well that's a good one! I could drink four more such bottles; they are no bigger than cologne flasks. Pere Pamphile, more wine! and Caderousse rattled his glass upon the table.

I like very masculine smells. I like wood scents on men. I just like a man to smell great, but I don't like very strong cologne. I don't like when a man is overpowered by cologne. I think subtle and sexy is always best.

The wet raincoat smell was exciting, carrying with it remotely the institutional smells of the college, a faint echo of a cologne Natalie had never worn in her life; near the pocket was a cigarette burn she had not made; the raincoat was in itself a symbol of going and coming, of wishing and fearing, or, precisely, the going out of a warm, firelit house into the heartbreaking cold.

Not since the British raided Cologne had so many bombs landed in such a small space in such a short time.

This is cozy," George said. "Nice cologne, Kipps. I'm being genuine there." "Thanks.

Hubert Lutz, had similar views about his upbringing in Cologne: "It was the most exciting time in our lives . . . it was a normal way of life for me.

Only in the Rhineland city of Cologne, whose predominantly Catholic population had given Hitler the lowest percentage of votes among all major German cities, did the majority of respondents say that they had both not believed in National Socialism and not shared Nazi ideals. But, even among the Cologne respondents, those who had not sympathized with the Nazis only narrowly outnumbered those who had.

I have a friend - not a dwarf - who's an alchemist of sorts. He concocted a men's cologne... He gave me a bottle as a gift. I was thinking we should totally put this on the market. You know how Jessica Simpson and Beyonce have signature perfumes and make a mint? I'm thinking this cologne could be my ticket to fortune.

Since when do you wear cologne to learn math? Oh, my son is growing up right in front of my very eyes. Maybe I should get out the video camera. Maybe you should tie me to a stake, douse me in kerosene, and torch me right on our front lawn. I won't need any kerosene, Steven - I'm sure the cologne will go up pretty fast! Ha-ha, Mom.

Scanlon's lawyer, a ferret reeking of checkout-counter cologne, rounded out the group.

We always have a great time touring Germany, but one of my favourite museums in the world is Museum Ludwig, an incredible contemporary art museum in Cologne. I could spend all day in it.

Euphemisms are unpleasant truths wearing diplomatic cologne.

Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt, not swallowed.

Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt of, not swallowed.

His cologne smelled like too many European businessmen jammed into a morning elevator.

Myron entered his office building on Park Avenue. He exchanged a brief elevator smile with a young woman in a business suit. The elevator reeked of drugstore cologne, the kind where some guy decides that taking a shower is too time-consuming so he opts for sprinkling himself with enough cologne to glaze a wedding cake. The young woman sniffed and looked at Myron.

The warm bittersweet smell of clean Negro welcomed us as we entered the churchyard-Hearts of Love hairdressing mingled with asafoetida, snuff, Hoyt's Cologne, Brown's Mule, peppermint, and lilac talcum.

Kaladin frowned. "Wait. Are you wearing cologne? In prison?" "Well, there was no need to be barbaric, just because I was incarcerated." "Storms, you're spoiled," Kaladin said, smiling. "I'm refined, you insolent farmer," Adolin said. Then he grinned. "Besides, I'll have you know that I had to use cold water for my baths while here." "Poor boy.

My favourite smell on a man is Lynx and Marc Jacobs.

It's Fendi. French, Fendi, both start with an F... I fell in love with it. Smells like grown-man cologne.

I love a good goatee. I'm actually obsessed with goatees. I do like my men smooth, though. I like him to smell really good, so a great cologne is always hot.

I caught a big whiff of Sea Breeze cologne as my brother Poseidon came striding toward me, his mane of blue hair streaming out behind him.

This guitar had cried, wailed, wept when Frankie had played; and in the dim corners of smoky bars from Harlem to New Orleans, bars ripe with the odors of whiskey and cheap cologne, people had cried, wailed, and wept along with it, bright eyes, running down ebon cheeks.

The products in my bathroom are pretty minimal. Issey Miyake makes great cologne, and I use everything from Zirh, especially their shave scream. I really like Mario Badesco aftershave, too. It's amazing.