Quotes About Aroma

The olfactory receptors in our noses can differentiate among thousands of different odors and contribute an estimated 80 percent of flavor.

The herb border ran wild, and the air smelled wonderful; the breezes often stirred the piney, mossy smell of the forest with the sharp smell of herbs, mixed in the warm smell of fresh bread from the kitchen, and then flung the result over the meadow like a handful of new gold coins.

Henry inhaled the steam from his cup. "What's that spice?" he asked. "Cardamom, cloves, and saffron," Majid said. "We are addicted to this concoction.

the coffee was burnt and stewed.

Then he filled them with coffee from a flask.

Preaching is the primary means whereby the miracle of Cana continues, as Jesus turns our life from water — tasteless, colorless, odorless — into homemade vintage wine, known for its vibrant flavor, vivid sparkle, and alluring aroma.

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He's attracted to the smell of manure, Felicity says. You might wallow in the stables to bring out the full flower of his love.

The ground's soft with pine needles and the occasional crunch of a cone. The air smells like it's just been born.

She spread her arms wide to encompass the old pine table they had painted robin's egg blue, lightly sanding it in places so the white primer showed through. She had pulled out Aunt Evie's moss green platters and bowls, filling enough of them with everything from cheesy quiches to creamy chocolate pies, butterscotch cupcakes to the beef bourguignon to cover every inch of counter space. The place smelled heavenly.

It tasted like one of those herbal concoctions that health-food enthusiasts substitute for tea.

What I glory in is the civilized, middle way between stink and asepsis. Give me a little musk, a little intoxicating feminine exhalation, the bouquet of old wine and strawberries, a lavender bag under every pillow and potpourri in the corners of the drawing-room. Readable books, amusing conversation, civilized women, graceful art and dry vintage, music, with a quiet life and reasonable comfort?—that's all I ask for.

It was a pink sort of smell- a smell that seemed to get bigger as you smelled it and then burst, just like the popping of a bubble

the fragrance of a sound

I like perfume and flowers.

It's amazing how the world begins to change through the eyes of a cup of coffee!

smelled like it was laced with white wine and a hot sandwich that they called grilled cheese, but which was really three kinds of exotic French cheeses melted onto a buttery brioche with caramelized onions and apples. It wasn't something

Only one thing can spoil sand: perfume.

Fresher than a pillow with a mint on it.

Coffee has two virtues: it is wet and warm.

Oregano is the spice of life.

My pants cut the cheese. Let one fly. Baked a batch of brownies.

Soon the cottage was filled with the familiar, homely smell of frying onions. It escaped from the stove, crept through the kitchen, sniffed along the bottom of the closed front room door and wound its way stealthily up the crooked staircase, even under the door of Anna's bedroom. But even this, the most delicious, hungry-making smell in the world, was unable to rouse her.

The orchard smelled thick: Scents of mud, buds, insects, and early-blooming flowers overlapped one another. Murphy had spent all her life breathing the aroma of fry grease and parking lot weeds. Squirrels darted up and down the trees, and rabbits and the occasional groundhog watched Murphy work, reminding her that the orchard was the world to them, that they'd never seen Taco Bell and would never be roadkill. It was actually comforting. It was still earth, but without the crap.