“Here, tell me which scent you prefer. Lilies and whale vomit, or lemon balm and beaver’s arse.” — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose. — Alex Flinn Copy Share Image
Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things? — Anonymous 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
The perfumer fakes nature by blending different types of materials to reproduce their scent. — Francis Kurkdjian Copy Share Image
“scent of freshly roasted coffee, chocolate and cinnamon permeated the room. This” — Cindy Sample Copy Share Image
“Breathing in her clean, sweet scent was like unexpectedly finding almond cookies. So fucking sweet.” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
As designers, we do so much with material and construction. It's really architectural; it comes close to building. A scent is so… — Nicolas Ghesquiere Copy Share Image
“Our walks smell less and less like tar and more and more like pine and burning leaves and the scent that gets… — Laura A.H. Elliott Copy Share Image
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside… — Diane Ackerman 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
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
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
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
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
“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
My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they… — Amy Lowell 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
...there began to come to her a first dim realization of God's humility. Rejected by the proud in His own right by… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
Ren frowned as he surveyed the madness they were knee-deep in. “Why are you under such heavy fire?” Nick gave him a… — Sherrilyn Kenyon 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
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
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
“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
I think a lot about the poems I wasn't able to write...I masturbrated...Solitude is essentially a matter of pride; you bury yourself… — Orhan Pamuk 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
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
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
