Quotes About Aroma

Petecure (n.) Modest cooking; cooking on a small scale. Very few people eat in an epicurean fashion, yet many of them know what the word epicure means. A great many people eat in a simple fashion, and yet no one knows the word for this. Petrichor

freshly picked hops heat up the way a compost pile does and have been known to catch fire.

Doing the weekly shopping, I stock up on stir-fry kits, Amy's meatless burgers, and armloads of onions and garlic. I put onions and garlic in everything.

The Death of Advertising? I think that's in the book of Revelation. It's the day when people everywhere become satisfied with their weight, their hair, their skin, their wardrobe, and their aroma.

Nothing beat that welcoming smell of fried food wafting into the hallway from the kitchen as I walked in from school as a kid.

I can't sing the praises of the crock pot enough.

I love coffee. I definitely have coffee every day.

The way to entice people into cooking is to cook delicious things.

A well-crafted cocktail isn't complete without the right garnish. This final flourish - often citrus or fresh herbs - enhances the drink's taste, smell, and look.

With food, you're the artist; you put the colour in it, you present it to the table and it has the ability to knock out the senses. It can look fabulous, be beautifully presented and smell great and taste good as well.

I developed my taste for coffee at five, staying with my grandmother in Connecticut.

Enantiomers often smell and taste differently.

Ethiopia was one place that just blew me away. How many spices they used in their cuisine. Incredible. Theres a spice mix called berbere that Id never tasted before.

I love both garlic and onions, and this word pithily captures the rich tastes of both.

There is nothing quite like a freshly brewed pot of tea to get you going in the morning.

I put hibiscus flower in every cup of tea I have. It's sweet, sexy, and cleansing.

A good cup of Earl Grey tea - you can't beat it.

I don't t drink coffee, but I'm a tea addict.

I am a tea connoisseur and my idea of absolute heaven is a tea shop.

She can tell if her cornbread is done, and all the rest, by their aromas alone—that, or the angels mumble it straight into her ear. It's not the clock that tells you when it's done; the food does.

The aroma of kaf," Turak said, "is almost as enjoyable as the flavor.

pointed firs coming out against the pink sky- and that white orchard and the old Snow Queen. Isn't the breath of the mint delicious? And that tea rose- why, it's a song and a hope and a prayer all in one.

There's nothing that sweetens the breath like a cedar toothpick, unless it's mint. And mint don't grow in these parts.

Life would be much nicer if one could carry the smells and tastes of the maternal home wherever one pleased.