I love evening tuberoses. My mother used to have tuberoses in her garden, and in the summers in Sacramento, it would get really hot and then cool down in the evenings. You'd walk up the driveway, and it made it feel like 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.'
For a moment he could have sworn he smelled violets, which was very peculiar, since he had no idea what violets smelled like, except somehow he knew they smelled just like Lady Emma.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful, The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass. The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around. On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping.
When you unbox a My Little Pony or a Strawberry Shortcake doll, you were hit with a sweet, impossibly perfect fragrance of fresh, machine-made plastic oftentimes infused with floral and fruity notes to bring the toy to life. That third dimension of sensory experience made the toy so real to me.
I put hibiscus flower in every cup of tea I have. It's sweet, sexy, and cleansing.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air than in the hand.
The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.
Tart and sweet, tinged with the faint scent of almonds and flowers, the Blenheim is the ideal apricot for both eating and preserving.
the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.
I love the scent of jasmine, honeysuckle, and orange blossom. They remind me of gardens and visits to the ocean I would make as a boy.
I love Serge Lutens orange blossom perfume; my mom got it for me. It's my favorite. It just smells clean.
The intense perfumes of the wild herbs as we trod them underfoot made us feel almost drunk.
