You smell like honeysuckle. You likin' ole Jack now?" "I…

It was a hot afternoon and I can still remember the smell of honeysuckle all along the street. How can I have known that…

— Billy Wilder

“I didn't know then that the sweet life could be like honeysuckle smothering a barbed-wire fence.”

— Anne Lovett

How could I have known that murder can sometimes smell like honeysuckle?

— Fred MacMurray

“Sadness softened her nasal twang, that ubiquitous accent that had drifted out of the Appalachian hills and hollows, across the southern plains, across the…

— James Crumley

“John Mandrake was an attractive young man, and the scent of power hung about him, sweet and intoxicating, like honeysuckle in the evening air.”

— Jonathan Stroud

“You're not leaving me behind. Or I'll do a spell to make you smell like ass. Forever.”

— Kresley Cole

“also toyed with The Anthemion which is the name of a honeysuckle ornament, consisting of elaborate interlacements and expanding clusters, but nobody liked it;”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“And of a Sunday swarm the folk Under the honeysuckle vine, Quaffing, the while they talk and smoke, The sun, the melody, the wine.”

— Théophile Gautier

“The low, white house nestled at the top of the meadows, its back against the hill that rose behind it, protecting it from the…

— Paula Brackston

Sometimes I like to run naked in the moonlight and the wind, on a little trail behind our house, when the honeysuckle blooms. It's…

— Dolly Parton

So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist; the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O how I love…

— Anonymous

The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were fat bees,…

— Cathleen Schine

“Honeysuckle: A hardy flowering vine or shrub with sprays of tubular blossoms whose strong, honeyed scent offers protection from those who intend harm”

— Meg Donohue

“Honeysuckle. She smelled of honeysuckle. He thought about her pert little nose. He'd wanted to smile every time she tilted it to demonstrate her…

— Lorraine Heath

“Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks…

— Brandi L. Bates