欧宝娱乐

“Time is fluid, like the wide sky that fades into bright orange in a sunset in The Ozarks. Here on my duck farm, every moment is meant to be sipped and savored like a slow mimosa.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“Now we're going to one of the coolest places in Florence."
"Where's that?"
"A pharmacy."
"You're taking the princess to a drugstore?"
"I said a pharmacy. Climb on."
Profumo Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella is a pharmacy only in the ancient sense of the word. As soon as I saw and smelled what "pharmacy" it was, I recognized it as the origin of the exquisitely wrapped, handcrafted soaps, colognes, potpourris, and creams I had seen in their shop on New York's Lower East Side. But nothing could compare with seeing them in the frescoed chapel where thirteenth-century Dominican friars had first experimented with elixirs and potions. Centuries-old apothecary jars and bottles sat on the shelves of carved wooden cupboards that swept almost to the top of a high, vaulted ceiling. I walked slowly around the room, taking it all in, as Danny spoke to a smartly dressed salesgirl.
"What an incredible place!" I sighed, walking over to stand beside him. "It's so beautiful."
"Pretty special," he agreed, putting his hand high on my back and turning to the salesperson. "I think mimosa," he told her.
"A very good choice, I think," she said, dabbing a small amount of mimosa eau de cologne on my wrist and then my neck with a delicate applicator.
Danny bent forward so he could smell my neck, then stood back. He drew his eyebrows together and put his hands on his hips. "I definitely think that's you. First, you get this oddly enticing tart kick, then you detect the sweetness. It's a subtle sweetness- not overpowering, but definitely there."
"Hilarious," I said sarcastically and kicked him playfully in the shin.
"Then you get the kick again," he winced, rubbing his leg.”
― Nancy Verde Barr, Last Bite

“Time is fluid, like the wide sky that fades into bright orange in a sunset in The Ozarks. Every moment is meant to be sipped and savored like a slow mimosa.”
― Jarod Kintz, The Lewis and Clark of The Ozarks

“They set off past the tree where the dogs were still playing, stopping as they went to admire the daffodils and crocuses. The garden turned round the side of the building, and there was a bench set into a lovely old wall, which must have surrounded the garden of the old house that was knocked down to build the complex. On either side of the bench were two beautiful clouds of yellow flowers.
"Oh, look," said Polly, "the mimosa's out, how lovely. Let's go and smell it."
They headed over and as they got closer the scent of the fluffy yellow blooms filled the air.
"Ah," said Polly, breathing deeply. "Some of my favorite perfumes are based on this smell. It reminds me of my time in Australia. It's a native plant there. They call it silver wattle.”
― Maggie Alderson, The Scent of You