Quotes About Smell

There is something about New Orleans that embodies passion; I've never seen that before. There's something tangible about the essence of the city. You can taste and smell it.

Enantiomers often smell and taste differently.

My pregnancy craving is truffles. I like the smell and I like the way it tastes but they're very very expensive, rare mushrooms.

Children teach you to stop and smell the roses even though you're busier than you've ever been before.

Then I sniffed more deeply. "I smell the paint, and...wait...is that pine?" He looked impressed. "Dame straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned!" He gestured to the kitchen dramatically. "With these hands that don't do manual labor.

Leo drummed his fingers. Great. I should have installed a smoke screen that makes the ship smell like a giant chicken nugget. Remind me to invent that, next time." Hazel frowned. What is a chicken nugget?" Oh, man…" Leo shook his head in amazement. That's right. You've missed the last, like, seventy years. Well, my apprentice, a chicken nugget—" Doesn't matter," Annabeth interrupted.

wasn't saying he smelled like homemade cookies or baking bread. I hadn't had that kind of home—probably no one outside a Disney movie had.

office by now. It still didn't take long to find him, though. You could only go so far when you were nothing but a torso and arms. He'd pulled his upper half into a patch of blackness, but I could still smell that

Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale — you've licked the smoking habit.

It's not evil, Rand. I know something evil when I smell it. This isn't evil, it's just incredibly stupid.

Women prefer the smell of moderately related over unrelated men. And in a study of 160 years of data concerning every couple in Iceland (which is a mecca for human geneticists, given its genetic and socioeconomic homogeneity), the highest reproductive success arose from third- and fourth-cousin marriages.

Neuropsychologists are coming to recognize that there is a specialized subset of long-term memory. Remote memories are ones stretching back to your childhood—the name of your village, your native language, the smell of your grandmother's baking. They appear to be stored in some sort of archival way in your brain separate from more recent long-term memories. Often, in patients with a dementia that devastates most long-term memory, the more remote facets can remain intact.

There was such a nice frosty, Octobery smell in the air, blent with the delightful odor of newly plowed fields. I walked on and on until twilight had deepened into a moonlit autumn night. I was alone but not lonely.

The coyote was moving purposely; perhaps it smelled the cooking meat too.

The air smelled of ozone and puppeteers.

La vida sería mucho más agradable si uno pudiera llevarse a donde quiera que fuera, los sabores y olores de la casa materna.

I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.

No, but if something smells this good, or tastes amazing, then we were taught to honor it with our attention. It's like a compliment to the Creator for all the wonderful ingredients that came together to make something.

You smell of other people's blood, ma petite." I smiled at him, sweetly. "It was no one you knew." His

I'm going to set the shed on fire." I splashed gasoline on the door. The smell was sharp and tugged at the back of my throat. "With us inside?" he asked. "Yes." "I'd rather shoot myself, if it's all the same to you." "I don't plan to die tonight, Edward." A

Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.

Fracture lines etch the surface of the glass box as if a body fell from the sky and landed on it. He doesn't hear the impact, can't smell the blood.

The night air moved up towards the Downs, washing over sea and orchard. I breathed it in, and thought that henceforth, loneliness would smell to me like fermenting apples.

I think [ fashion philosophy] it's about your smile and your smell.