Quotes About Aroma

I love really sweet, soft scents.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

Instead of doing cinnamon, nutmeg, and all those baking spices I'll have one spice that's for sweets, and that's pumpkin pie spice.

I'm always down to switch up my scents and love discovering new products.

There's nothing sweeter than a cup of bitter coffee.

a heart-warming, steamy-dank earthy smell.

Mark my words, nothing smells worse than burned scorpion.

L'Air du Temps

The dried yellow petals of St. John's wort, which Old Marie called 'chase-devil' for the way it could drive the megrims away. Gaudy calendula, bright as the sun. Sweet-smelling lemon balm, guaranteed to lift the spirits with its aroma alone.

The food in his life was the one thing that remained consistently exciting- from the most expensive black truffle to the freshest apple pie at the bakery around the corner, the scent of cinnamon wafting through the pastry lattice.

Once the danger of frost had passed she could plant her herb garden: creeping thyme, dill, sweet basil, hyssop, French tarragon, and bronze fennel. All wonderful flavors and scents added to her dishes.

Smells are custodians of memories.

Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.

Eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.

At a distance enjoy the fragrance of flowers.

Tea is a divine herb.

The speaker points out the nature of the triumphal procession in 2 Corinthians 2:16-17. He shows that to the victors the aroma of the triumphal procession was sweet but that to the captured prisoners it represented an impending death. 5000 prisoners were necessary for a triumphal procession, and, by contrast, God drew 5000 to Himself in Acts 2.

It's scented! Your wedding invitations are scented?" "It's meant to be lavender." "No, Dex - it's money. It smells of money.

For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life. And who is equal to such a task? (2 Cor. 2:15-16).

A huge gust of cabbage blasted in Ben's face. It was like a great big slap of smell.

Smelly cheese, blue cheese, runny cheese, MOULDY CHEESE, cheesy cheese.

John's coffee, which tasted like battery acid someone had pissed in then cursed at for several hours.

You smell like a fresh flower and surround me like spring air.

and June burst over the mountain. It smelled good, tasted good, and was gentle to the eyes.