E'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, and trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
I really wanted to do my own perfume because I mix my own oils, so it just made sense. — L'Wren Scott Copy Share Image
“A rare orchid that gives off its scent only at night," Nettle replied. "The petals are pure white, far more delicate even… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls. — Rachel Caine Copy Share Image
Beck behaved himself, though it was really difficult, especially during the slow dances when they were so tantalizingly close. He savoured the… — Jana Oliver Copy Share Image
I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The dog ran into the kitchen, stuck his nose in Grandma's crotch, and snuffled. Dang," Grandma said. "Guess my new perfume really… — Janet Evanovich Copy Share Image
I will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
There are so many tender and holy emotions flying about in our inward world, which, like angels, can never assume the body… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
Perfume acts as an anesthetic. By the time she floats a little your way, you'll promise her anything. — Bob Hope Copy Share Image
A fragrance is like a signature, so that even after a woman leaves the room, her fragrance should reveal she's been there. — Oscar de la Renta Copy Share Image
Perfume is the indispensable complement to the personality of women, the finishing touch on a dress. — Christian Dior Copy Share Image
Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could. — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain,… — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
If time, so fleeting, must like humans die, let it be filled with good food and good talk, and then embalmed in… — M. F. K. Fisher Copy Share Image
Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms. — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“...a woman not yet seen, but whose perfume accumulates on the horizon like a storm cloud.” — Fernand Dumont Copy Share Image
I have a lucky perfume. I love beautiful smells, but I save one of my favorite perfumes to wear only when I… — Gretchen Rubin Copy Share Image
