Quotes About Aroma

The parsley sinking into the butter on a hot day,

Our kitchen is a riot of pots, wooden spoons, melted butter. So be it. Maybe all this baking will quiet the angry voices next door, if only for a brief whiff. I want our summers to always be like this—a kitchen wrecked with love, a table overflowing with baked goods warming the already warm air. After all the pots are stacked, the goodies cooled, and all the counters wiped clean—let us never be rescued from this mess.

A good fragrance should have a certain personality that makes people identify the scent with you.

Rosewood has always been one of my favourite scents, as has the pink grapefruit and pepper we've also put in Homme.

Riesling? It smells like an intensive care ward.

Taleggio is the perfect cheese to melt over a warm dish.

Nobody cooks anymore. To me, to watch your parents cook, and to have a house that smells warm and delicious, is a very vital memory that I think kids don't really have anymore.

My mom and I used to always get these Bath & Body Works candles but I like anything that smells warm. I love vanilla.

The smells of slow cooking spread around the house and impart a unique warmth matched only by the flavour of the food.

I am a big fan of spice. It's not only the intense heat of chilli flakes or a sprinkling of cayenne that gets my taste buds going, but also the deep warmth of cumin and ginger.

The intense aroma and warmth fresh ginger adds to dishes is irreplaceable. The heat found in ginger is attributed to a chemical it contains called gingerol, which is closely related to the capsaicin found in hot peppers and the piperine in black pepper, but is much milder than the two.

I don't wear fragrance. The most fragrant I smell is probably from a St. Ives Body Wash. It's not that I don't like it. I just don't necessarily feel like I need to add a fragrance to myself.

I love candles.

I'm a great lighter and lover of candles, particularly fragranced ones, as I'm kind of addicted to scent.

I always pamper myself with scented candles. They make the room look beautiful and me feel pretty.

I love wearing Aqua de Gioia by Armani, and Chanel.

After a year, the aromatics in an olive oil are gone. Sometimes the bottles on the shelf in the supermarket are there a lot longer than you are.

I did the cover of Cigar Aficionado, so I'm supposed to talk about loving cigars. I've smoked them a couple of times. My father used to smoke cigars. I love the idea and the concept, and I love the smell of cigars.

The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on.

I smelled of gin. Not just casually, as if I had taken four or five drinks of a winter morning to get out of bed on, but as if the Pacific Ocean was pure gin and I had nosedived off the boat deck. The gin was in my hair and eyebrows, on my chin and under my chin. It was on my shirt. I smelled like dead toads.

I live in an ocean of smell…

She hadn't bothered to go to bed, since Tuesday was one of the days on which she rose before dawn to bake brioche, scones, cinnamon rolls, and- Tuesdays only- a coffee cake rich with cardamom, orange zest, and grated gingerroot: a cunningly savory sweet that left her work kitchen smelling like a fine Indian restaurant, a brief invigorating change from the happily married scents of butter, vanilla, and sugar (the fragrance, to Greenie, of ordinary life).

Everyone knows there are foods that are sexy to eat. What they don't talk about so much is foods that are sexy to make.

could smell the peppery-sweet perfume of pinks