Sweet Scent Quotes

I first started wearing fragrance when I was thirteen or fourteen, and the smell was candy-like. They were in very colorful bottles, like turquoise and pink. By the time I was sixteen or seventeen, it got more girly and more floral.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.

It was very strange, for I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still, in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot and fast through my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off his skin. It was like there had never been any hole in my chest. I was perfect - not healed, but as if there had been no wound in the first place.

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale yellow blooms and smell their sweetest scent - for a moment I am seven years old again and wandering in that fragrant wood.

If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet, unhealthy smell of the M&#233tro, so very unlike the dank cold or the stuffy heat of subways in New York.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.

The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.

'My Life' is soft, with notes of pear and gardenia, but still bold, with a woody base.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

I love really sweet, soft scents.