Narciso Rodriguez Quotes

I love musk oil. There's something about musk that makes it memorable without being overpowering.

The best smell in the world is that man that you love.

I find fragrance to be such a mood enhancer and definitely a seduction tool.

I do love when men wear cologne - if I get a hint of it, I want to move closer so I can smell it more.

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

Wear perfume wherever you want to be kissed!

I like a man who smells good. Puts on cologne; lotions his body. It keeps me wanting. I like feeling that way.

In the past, I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled freshed, freshly washed or of freshed laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved

I think scent is sensual. I guess evoking a mood or a spirit is key, and I think with the women's fragrances we have evoked different types, moods or sensibilities of a woman - whether it's Daisy with the sweetness and the innocence or Lola which is more provocative, sexy and sultry.

I love the smell of a man's skin.

My husband always smells good to me.

I think we need to be sexy and kind of mysterious and still pretty and beautiful. I like to hear that when a man sings. I don't really want to hear about taking my clothes off.

I just love good smells.

I like sweet scents like coconut and vanilla.

My signature scent is naivete.

He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. “Mmm. You smell so good.” “Oh, yeah,” I said, smirking. “I call this new perfume ‘Le Jungle grime et tropical BO.’ ” “Dirt and sweat. Very sexy.

He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I’d always told him the cologne couldn’t be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.

In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla.

What does it feel like to be infected?" "I-- I can't describe it." I force the words out. Can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe. His skin smells like smoke from a wood fire, like soap, like heaven. I imagine tasting his skin; I imagine biting his lips. "I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.

You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.

Stevie Wonder always smells so good... I'm like a DEA dog, I can smell people a block away!

God, it was good. Comforting and stimulating at the same time. Absolute world-class pheromones. I wished I could take his jacket home with me. Not him, just the jacket.

She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused, but not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me.

You think I'm cute?" He said thinkly, pulling on her hand. She was glad he couldn't see her face. "I think you're..." Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god.