Quotes About Aroma

I have a pot of brussels sprouts boiling on the stove!

She smells better, Claire said. And she made me cookies.

She didn't know what Liam made his coffee with, but it had to be magical sparkles and crack beans, because it was the most delicious stuff she'd ever tasted.

She smells like marijuana smoke. It's not a bad smell. Just a sad one.

The blend she preferred was fragrant and so rich in caffeine that the fumes alone would cure narcolepsy.

Carpe coffeum

black coffee so strong that its smell alone was sufficient to wake anyone in a coma.

Mercy, but he smelled good. All piney and musky and manly. There should be a law.

While Han sits and gazes into his private distance, she assembles a meal: chunks of lamb grilled directly over the gas flame, gleaming skewers of onion, tomato, zucchini, a scent of lavender in the oil. There is a bag of frekeh in one of the cabinets and she considers this for a moment but then shuts the door. The aroma of garlic, grilled lamb, and open fields fills the kitchen. She brings it to the table on a big plate with rice cooked with saffron and toasted pine nuts.

She is frying onions and working on two dishes at once, chopping eggplant and stirring the leben- a delicate mellow yogurt sauce that needs constant stirring or it will break-

She lifts the lid from the pan of smoked green wheat kernels and dips in a spoon. Here. Taste. He holds the spoon in his mouth for a moment. She knows what he is tasting, how the broth is flavored with pepper and garlic and lustrous, deep smokiness. And try this, she says. Vibrant vegetable greens, garlic, and lemon. And this. Herbal, meaty, vaguely fruity.

Sirine finishes deskewering six plates of lamb shish kabobs and three plates of chicken, drizzling oil over ground beef and hummus, over smoky puréed eggplant, over a bowl of olives, and splashing four tabbouleh salads with lemon.

Yes, there it was, the reek of a man, strong and sour as the smell of a rutting goat.

the fragrant bunches of nettle and dried lavender overhead, dusty gold

He radiated well-being like a potful of stew.

Her sponge cakes had the aroma of crucifixion.Within them was the sap of slyness and the fragrant frenzy of the Vatican.

Melankoli adeta kimyasalm??. Havada as?l?ym??. Sabahlar? kokusunu duyabilirmi?sin.

I think a fragrance is all about sensations and imagery, and can evoke visions, feelings and thoughts.

The flavor of wine is like delicate poetry

The mixture of café au lait and impatience was producing an exquisite vibration.

The mixture of cafe au lait and impatience was producing an exquisite vibration.

It smells like someone put Oka cheese in a sweaty sock, wrapped it in an old banana peel, then sat on it," she said. "For ten years.

Before dawn, the air smelled of lemons.

Nobody ever died from wearing Mitsouko, but lots of babies were born as a result of it.