Quotes About Aroma

For Nina and Nathaniel, it's all about the end product—pouring it on pancakes and waffles. But to Caleb, the beauty is in the way you get there. The blood of a tree, a spout, and a bucket. Steam rising, the scent filling every corner of the house. There is nothing quite like it: knowing every breath you take is bound to be sweet.

A technique I frequently use when cooking is to roast an entire bulb of garlic and squeeze out the roasted "paste" that is formed. I then mix that in a recipe along with one clove of crushed raw garlic.

Roast garlic. Roasted garlic is milder, richer, and sweeter than raw garlic. You can use it in salad dressings, dips, soups, and vegetable dishes. Roast unpeeled garlic in a 350 ° F oven for twenty-five minutes or until soft. When cool, remove the skins and add the paste to whatever you like. I recommend having a small glass jar of roasted garlic in the fridge at all times to mash into various dishes and dressings.

fragrance of the short grass and sturdy mountain-plants, for the way is steep and leads directly up to the summits above.

As the holiday season approaches, may your home be filled with lots of love, laughter and yummy smells!!

Smell is the sense of memory and desire.

Dignity is like a perfume; those who use it are scarcely conscious of it.

She smelled of freshness and gunpowder, sweetness and fire.

He found his cigar smoldering in an ashtray on the liquor cabinet and he fired it up again. The aroma gave him a sense of robust health. He smelled well-being, long life, even placid fatherhood, somewhere, in the burning leaf.

There were two new developments in the supermarket, a butcher's corner and a bakery, and the oven aroma of bread and cake combined with the sight of a bloodstained man pounding at strips of living veal was pretty exciting for us all.

In his workshop, he had a can of colle de bois, or wood glue, that he kept hot on a small wood stove. It had an awful smell. He told me it was made from mistletoe berries. I was fascinated by the idea of those little white berries turning into that darkish, thick, sticky, and smelly mixture.

A sweet and happy soul is the ripened fruit of experience and wisdom, and it sheds abroad the invisible yet powerful aroma of its influence, gladdening the hearts of others, and purifying the world.

Yours is... il sent comme lavande." Is that French for 'You stink'?" It means 'lavender'." Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.

I turned all my firewood to cedar so that its scent would fill my halls each night.

he smoked so much marijuana that his hair smelled like a cupboard crammed with oregano;

This wash is excellent, what is it?" "Thistle, artemisia, celery, sulfur. Magic.

He smelled like earth after rain.

I had no idea one ingredient could transform a perfume like that." "That's precisely where the magic is," said Polly, smelling her blotter again. "This is seriously sexy now. Do you like it, Guy?" His eyes were closed again, nose down to the smell, and he made a noise in the back of his throat, almost like a growl. "I love it," he said, opening his eyes and grinning at them.

She brought her wrist up to her nose again. Mmm, it was getting even more interesting. That vanilla note, then something sharper. But it wasn't jasmine, as she'd first thought; it was more lemony, but not obvious kitchen-cleaner lemon... a kind of warm, smoky citrus. Burned lemon peel, that was it.

He inhales: the aroma of wood, of lime, of something sweet and fibrous. Also a chalky, musky undertone. And the woman beside him: he can smell her hair and skin, one of which carries the faint scent of rosemary

And you became like the coffee, In the deliciousness, and the bitterness and the addiction.

Coffee should not be drunk in a hurry. It is the sister of time, and should be sipped slowly, slowly. Coffee is the sound of taste, a sound for the aroma. It is a meditation and a plunge into memories and the soul.

The smell of azaleas and the sleepy smell of sun working with chlorophyll filled the air.

That gave us enough time to get a shot of Ethiopian coffee, espresso style. Nothing tastes better than Ethiopian coffee; almost everywhere you go, it is roasted right before it's brewed. In the United States, we think it's a big deal if you wait to grind the beans before you make coffee. Here, the benchmark for freshness is miles higher.