76 Quotes About Scents

My scents for change are (and there's a lot of them, because there's a lot going on for me at the moment!):Pour Homme by YamamotoOn the Road by Timothy HanSantal Blanc by Serge LutensOud Wood by Tom FordDear Polly by VilhelmLa Flâneuse by Lucien LechênePM by the Great Eastern Fragrance CompanyJe t'aime Jane by Bella FreudNo. 9 Benjoin by PradaShalimar by GuerlainOriginal by Eight & Bob

Scent is such a powerful tool of attraction, that if a woman has this tool perfectly tuned, she needs no other. I will forgive her a large nose, a cleft lip, even crossed-eyes; and I’ll bathe in the jouissance of her intoxicating odour.

It was exciting to be off on a journey she had looked forward to for months. Oddly, the billowing diesel fumes of the airport did not smell like suffocating effluence, it assumed a peculiar pungent scent that morning, like the beginning of a new adventure, if an adventure could exude a fragrance.

The oil smelled floral and musky, like a flowery animal.She kept right on stroking my body."It has lilac, jasmine, and musk from a rutting deer," she said.The words for the ingredients excited me. Lilac, jasmine, and musk, I said to myself. Lilac, jasmine, and musk, I must. Lilac, jasmine, and musk, I must. They sounded like an incantation. They sounded like the sexiest words in the English language.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother's house. I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.

Oh, Séraphine," he purred, pushing his nose close to her jaw to inhale her righteous scent. "Who do you suppose sits in Parliament? Who makes the laws, runs the government of this great and lofty nation, hmm?" She hadn't bathed this morning, he could tell, and she smelled of herself: woman, sweat, sex. He licked across her cheek, tasting salt and pure saint, to her mouth. He bit her lips. Once, twice, a third time, wanting, craving.

I listened, while the scents found their hiding places in the cracks in the floorboards, and the words of the story, and the rest of my life.

New Orleans has a scent of its own that's strong almost all the time. Magnolia, sweet olive, jasmine, and chicory-flavored coffee. I doubt anyone will notice you there. Let me give you something beautiful and tender and delicate and tasty, like what you give me every day now, with your skin. Let me give you New Orleans.

Through the window, I saw the beautiful world outside: the sky, the sun, the cacti, the rocks, and the dirt. How I longed to return to it! I licked at the air, trying to smell the desert's delicious dusty scent, but could not. How was I able to see it without smelling it? Did humans control scents as well as the temperature and the waters? Is that what windows were for, to keep out scents? Why did they wish to put invisible barriers between themselves and the world?