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“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on C¨¦zanne

“Each day has a color, a smell.”
― Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Mistress of Spices

“As you entered the room
stirring air with suppleness of walk,
waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals,
making curtains dance to the sound of bangles:
aroma wafted into air from canvas and copybooks,
my paintbrush grew restless,
and pen became enraptured;
my eyes, and hands. and this and that
became electrified.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“As you entered the room
stirring air with suppleness of walk
waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals
making curtains dance to the sound of bangles
aroma wafted into air from canvas and copybooks
my paintbrush grew restless
and pen became enraptured
my eyes, hands and some other parts of my body
became electrified.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Wenn die zarten Gezeiten deiner Liebe nicht den Pollen meines Herzens mit ihrem lieblichen Aroma durchtr?nkt h?tten, Mein Lebenslauf, all das best¨¹nde nur aus einem dummen Rennen ohne Ziel ohne Sch?nheit.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“I¡¯m barely human. I¡¯m more like a creature; to me, everything gives off a scent! Thoughts, moments, feelings, movements, words left unsaid, words barely spoken; they all have a distinct sense, distinct fragrances! Both a smell and a touch! To inhale is to capture, to experience! I can perceive and I can ¡°touch¡± in so many odd ways! And so I am made up of all these scents, all these feelings! An illumination of nerve endings!”
― C. JoyBell C.

“An addition that takes time to depart, and sometimes, never leaves at all. A smell, a touch, thoughts, moments, feelings, movements, words left unsaid, words barely spoken; they all have a distinct sense, distinct fragrances! .... A pungent of cinnamon, an aroma of a rose, a summer breeze, a sweet smile like a per-fume that lingers on and on... endlessly.?”
― Angie karan

“ There is nothing more beautiful than the light of a Candle and the Aroma of it's Heart”
― Stanley Victor Paskavich, Return to Stantasyland

“I like the rain; it brings your fragrance everywhere and the nature smells your aroma.”
― M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry

“the aroma of her pussy and the ever so innocent touch of powder like skin wake his senses. Her doors are once again open...”
― Bat Maxwell, The Color of Honey

“I smell it again, his scent. The calming aroma. The one that¡¯s become my new favorite. I take a deeper breath.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“I just let the apples soak up the roses' scent."
"You what?!"
"This takes a teeny little while to do, but... first, you take the petals off the damask's and wash them gently. When you've washed a whole big fluffy pile of petals... you dump them all into a big pot of water! Let that boil down, and you get a sweet, pink rose syrup!
While that was reducing, I lightly heated thin apple slices in an extract I made from boiled apple peels. Then I poured the rose syrup over them and let them soak for 30 minutes. That way the delicate pink color and sweet scent of the roses gently seeped into the apples.
Just boiling the lot of them together into a mush like a barbarian is hardly royal, you know.
An elegant and relaxing bath in rose-scented water. That is much more fitting for the Queen of Roses. If I had to give a name to perfect my new dessert, I'd call it...
The Queen's Apple Tart!”
― Yuto Tsukuda, ʳꪤΥ½©`¥Þ 28 [Shokugeki no Souma 28]

“Whenever it rains, and its earthy scent -- the petrichor -- hits my senses, memories come flashing and I go back in time.”
― Shon Mehta

“Colori no ²õ¾±±ô¨º²Ô³¦¾±´Ç o teu aroma em fios de novelo a me guiar na escurid?o de volta ao lar.”
― Filipe Russo, Caro Jovem Adulto

“I lower my chin to smell the shirt again. I want to wear this forever, without washing it. His dark, spicy aroma consumes the material. I peek at him from the corner of my eye, wondering if he spots me catching a whiff or if he knows how addicting his scent is to girls.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Todos los libros conservan el aroma del momento en que fueron escritos. Huelen a tiempo.”
― Javier Tinajero Rodr¨ªguez

“The old woman had been bent over a patch of heirloom tomatoes, their aroma seeping up into the air, making indiscernible patterns on the sky. -The Girl with Dragonfly Wings”
― Shilo Niziolek, The Gateway Review: A Journal of Magical Realism

“Himmlische D?mpfe erf¨¹llten den Raum. ?Wussten Sie, dass sich das Kaffeearoma aus rund tausend verschiedenen Einzelaromen zusammensetzt? Wein bringt es gerade einmal auf vierhundert.? Dupin hatte es nicht gewusst oder, genauer: Er hatte es immer schon gewusst. Schlie?lich war er aus gutem Grund s¨¹chtig.”
― Jean-Luc Bannalec, Bretonische Idylle

“Everyone knows a Wixen when we smell one. You smell the prettiest, a mixture of strawberries, sex and deceit. Dior should bottle it.”
― Beverley Price, Blood Bound

“This was the kack¡¯s cradle, icky-poo¡¯s bassinet. It was Death and Diarrhea, singing duet.”
― Jack Bunbury, He/She Smells a Hoo-Hoo

“Hanya secangkir kopi teman mengobrolku, tidak ada rokok. Aku hanya ingin bermesraan dengan aroma kopiku, jangan kau ganggu dengan aromamu, rokok.”
― Achmad Aditya Avery

“The nuns were not the only ones to take an interest in French-Canadian cooking that fall. It was a November evening, a little before the first snow. With both her parents out, Madeleine opened the can of maple syrup she had stolen from the Damours grocery store. The maple syrup pie recipe was quite straightforward. Just five ingredients. But Madeleine prepared it with all the care and attention to detail that the Japanese take in making sushi. She worked in religious silence, without making a mess, without spilling flour. The sweet aroma of maple syrup soon floated over the kitchen, then the living room, as the syrup boiled with the heavy cream. A smell delectable enough to wake the dead, to make them wish they were still alive. Madeleine washed the utensils as she went, leaving no trace behind. Once the pie was in the oven, its aroma gained in strength and substance.”
― ?ric Dupont, The American Fianc¨¦e

“As the soil was renewed, so one's feelings seemed to change, uniting in some inexplicable way with a distant age when the eyes and ears of men were more alert to sights, sounds, and fine distinctions.”
― Valentin Rasputin, Money for Maria and Borrowed time: Two village tales

“Storytelling tastes best in the kitchen, told deep inside the aroma of cooking, told with stomachs growling and mouths salivating. In the kitchen, partnerships formed, bargains began, forgiveness came with the sharing of food.”
― Brenda Sutton Rose

“I walked in and closed my eyes as I ran my hands over the leaves of the tomato plants. I brought my fingers to my nose, breathing in the grassy, earthy freshness. It was no wonder the French cosmetic brand L'Occitane en Provence had found a way to capture this aroma in one of their hand creams.”
― Samantha Verant, Sophie Valroux's Paris Stars

“Los libros viejos liberan mol¨¦culas arom¨¢ticas. Una de las principales es la vainilla, que es un producto secundario de la oxidaci¨®n de la lignina.”
― Deborah Garc¨ªa Bello, La qu¨ªmica de lo bello: Un relato cient¨ªfico sobre el arte y las bellezas cotidianas