Quotes About Aroma

Last night I inhaled the fragrance of the Moon!

Be that fragnance which fades in breezes of cold air but always gives intense smell.

I use only men's perfumes. I change my perfumes every month.

I've always loved the scent of rose; it's just the most beautiful scent. If you open my bathroom cupboard, everything is rose scented.

had my hair cut and scented.

Can I drink more than one mai tai without taking on the aroma of an aroused butterly?

I love hot hand of explosion. I love a breeze perfumed with the devil smell of powder.

Only thing better than fresh onion is fresh onion in vinegar." She held up the vinegar jar. "I have it here, ready to go." At his look of surprise, she added, "Thomas said you especially enjoy eating onions and vinegar." "Ja, I do." He laced his fingers and pressed them to his stomach. "But I warn you, it will smell like a whole roomful of stout Germans when I am through.

Levanté los ojos al cielo, que se ponía de un color más suave y más azul con las primeras estrellas y me vino una impresión de belleza casi mística. Como un deseo de morirme allí, a un lado, mirando hacia arriba, debajo de la gran dulzura de la noche que empezaba a llegar. Y me dolió el pecho de hambre y de deseos inconfesables al respirar. Era como si estuviese oliendo un aroma de muerte y me pareciera bueno por primera vez

pizza-scented candles.

the sleeves of my chocolate-scented T-shirt.

I've made some feuillantines ," he tells us with a dramatic rising of his eyes heavenward, indicating bliss. "Thin slivers of wafer flavored with ginger, clove, nutmeg and cinnamon." We coo our approval. "You have to try them." Quite frankly, who are we to argue?

The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm.

The warm air smelled of the day's sunshine, of dew, and of a hundred aromatic leaf scents.

He drenched himself in a scent so thick that it was almost visible

He drenched himself in a scent so thick that it was almost visible and he had only to spend a second in a room to permeate the whole atmosphere, while the cushions he leaned against and the chairs he sat in reeked for days afterwards.

She woke to the scent of coffee, and wondered if that was how mornings in heaven smelled.

If there wasn't coffee, the entire world would shuffle around like zombies.

The place smelled like an incense farm married to a flower shop.

Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.

As she took a deep breath, all she smelled was him, the scent going in her nose and blooming all over her body. Bastard, she thought. Irresistible bastard

When the coffee had finished brewing, he took the pot out from under, poured the entire sugar bowl into it, and followed that up with as much of the half-and-half as he could fit in. Then he took a test sip.

I'm encouraged because you pick up any food magazine and there's two or three recipes involving Indian spices.

I drink regular pour-over coffee, black. It's all about the beans. I'm always stocked at home with single-origin coffees from around the world, never more than two weeks old, kept in airtight containers.