“Here, tell me which scent you prefer. Lilies and whale vomit, or lemon balm and beaver’s arse.” — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
The perfumer fakes nature by blending different types of materials to reproduce their scent. — Francis Kurkdjian Copy Share Image
There are no women who do not like perfume, there are women who have not found their scent. — Marilyn Monroe Copy Share Image
Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose. — Alex Flinn Copy Share Image
Lend her your hoodie and let her fall asleep, bathing in your scent. — Sophie Lianne Copy Share Image
“I lose myself in her: her scent, her touch, and the taste of her. I will never get enough.” — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love. — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
For they (art and music) are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found,… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled fresh, freshly washed or of fresh laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved.” — Bernhard Schlink Copy Share Image
Tart and sweet, tinged with the faint scent of almonds and flowers, the Blenheim is the ideal apricot for both eating and… — Samin Nosrat Copy Share Image
“She smiles and snuggles into me as we wait for our table. I inhale her scent. Vanilla and something else. Something different.… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
Absolutely, I think that is where a scent is so powerful because it harnesses our memory and our memory is a very… — Cate Blanchett Copy Share Image
A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
To me, it is very important to have perfume in which it is hard to recognize a particular flower or scent. That… — Isabella Rossellini Copy Share Image
The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
On the terrace of the Pepiniere, the 150 pupils of the Institut Chemique talk chemistry as they leave the auditoria and the… — Victor Grignard Copy Share Image
All it has experienced, tasted, suffered: The course of years, generations of animals, Oppression, recovery, friendship of sun and - Wind Will… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Do you know where Jason is?” she asked Dmitri when they exited the morgue. Dmitri pressed the car remote to unlock the… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the woodland vine.… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“The great hall was shimmering in light, sun streaming from the open windows, and ablaze with colour, the walls decorated with embroidered… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
Why can't you like me?" he said, his voice breaking. His scent steamed then, hot and heady with a welter of contradictions:… — Ilsa J. Bick Copy Share Image
“The question that women casually shopping for perfume ask more than any other is this: "What scent drives men wild?" After years… — Tania Sanchez Copy Share Image
“Andrus turned the engine and gave her a suspicious look. “You smell like...” He shifted into drive. “What?” “Nothing, but—did something happen… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
There's no time to be modest. Reason will not work here. Without warning, I kiss Kartik. His lips, pressed firmly against mine,… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“For all their weirdness, I LOVE the penis people. I don't understand them. I can't imagine I'll ever learn their language of… — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
“We are often given pills or fluids to help remedy illness, yet little has been taught to us about the power of… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
When the starry sky, a vista of open seas, or a stained-glass window shedding purple beams fascinate me, there is a cluster… — Julia Kristeva Copy Share Image
To-day I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square mustard field;… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
taking her hand he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the moon flooded with great splendor.… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
