Perfume is magic. It's mystery. We recreate the smell of a flower. Of wood. Of grass. We capture the essence of life. Liquefy it. We store memories. We make dreams.
Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right. . . orgasms.
The perfume of the flowers and of the bay tree are wafted on high, like incense. The birds sing sweet songs of praise to their Creator. In the tops of the trees, the soughing of the wind is like the hushed prayers of the multitude in some vast cathedral. Here the heart of man becomes impressionable.
You know some people say that you make watches or perfume bottles, it's all different things.
The perfume of natures does not usually come forth without bruising.
Wrap fish fillets, sliced veggies, and other quick-cooking items inside foil packets with bundles of fresh herbs and throw them directly on the grill; the steam will release the herb's perfume and flavor anything contained inside the pouch.
Smell is a word, perfume is literature.
and there grows in the mind a scent, it may be, of locust blossoms whose perfume is itself a wind moving to lead the mind away.
Just like men, perfume is never perfect right away; you have to let it seduce you.
Make a sex tape, upload it, get on a reality show, release a perfume, retire. That's the new American dream.
People are very narcissistic. It's not all their fault. We live in a society where there is a magazine for you, a channel for you, a perfume for you.
Sweet praise is like perfume. It is fine if you don't swallow it.
When I started to work on perfume, I could not reduce the idea of a woman to one smell.
Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.
A perfume is more than an extract it is a presence in abstraction. A perfume, for me, is a mystique.
A PERFUME SHOULD BE AS IMBUED WITH MEANING AS IT IS LIGHT TO WEAR.
It's important to read a book, but also to hold the book, to smell the book. . . it's perfume, it's incense, it's the dust of Egypt.
A woman without perfume is a woman without a future.
I really wanted to do my own perfume because I mix my own oils, so it just made sense.
Childhood smells of perfume and brownies.