the scent that she exuded was intoxicating. I noticed it as soon as she came into the room. Slowly, cautiously, nervously, I approached. “Let’s be laughing together this time next year,” I said. She looked at me, a wry smile coming to her lips. “And if I’m busy that day?”
a beautiful aroma filled the room as Lily walked through. she looked and moved like her namesake. no one will ever forget the scent of lily. We all loved her. she was beautiful. why was she taken from us so early?
All I can smell now is the damp rank scent of dog piss and shit. The harsh scent fills my nostrals with a scent that is unignorable and it aches within my nose. It represents pain…. Lots of pain back from the days where I used to sit in my mother’s shack
SCENT BRINGS YOU MEMORIES. THE SMELL OF HONEYSUCKLES REMINDS ME OF MY CHILDHOOD. HIS SCENT ON HIS PILLOW COMFORTS ME WHEN HES AWAY. MY MOTHERS SCENT BRINGS ME PEACE. SCENT DEFINES YOU AS WELL AS THE WORLD AROUND YOU.
Smell of shit and blood.
It’s funny that people have to be so shocking isn’t it?
what happeneded to the subtleness and intricacy of life. everything has to be fuck this, fuck that. i use it all the time in my writing. but then again my writing is shit. actually i should be revising for my exam on tuesday. but it’s not happening.
fuck.shit.balls
i like scents. couldn’t live without the smell of my V&R parfume, fresh bread, the green grass, the springevenings, chocolate, my boyfriends smell, the scent of things create memories and
Nothing catches attention like aroma, smells, and scents. It can make or break relationships. Think about it, when you are meeting someone for the first time which will turn you off the most? If they aren’t attractive, or if they smell bad? Obviously the second. Its amazing how much our perception of people is derived from smell. Scientists are discovering how pheromones effect our attraction to other people which is in essence their scent.
a lovely smell, light and fragrant with the ability to lift the spirits of the wearer as well as the smeller. It is nice and clean, light and not overpowering. Like an orange in the morning.
A dog, nose to the ground, hurriedly follows the worn forest path. Something, something his master told him to track, waits ahead. But the dog is smarter than that, the animals left its scent behind, the perfect fingerprint as to who the animal is and which way it went. The dog smiled as dogs do and continued, nose to the ground.
Heavenly scent fills the air. Just as I think that maybe it’s just some perfume, I spot the lines of blossom trees all along the path. It’s spring.,of course, and so i should have realised. Then I also realised theat the blossoms were dropping like snowdrops, and lying at my feet. I picked up a handful and put them in my pocket, as if that could preserve the moment.
the scent of freshly cut grass always takes me back to summer. days where i’d wake up, get dressed and immediately go outside. run and play all day in the yard and later it was time for the beach. i wish i could go back to one of those days, (except i think i would put another coat of sunscreen on) and enjoy playing in the ocean with my parents, only to be rushed home by the threat of the on coming thunderstorm. we always made it home just in time.
The flowers were surrounding me on every side. The smell of the pollen was dancing in the air. I could smell the sweet scent of all the many different parts of the garden.
she smelled like roses and onions like she spent her days working as a florist and a bagel maker. it was an odd combination but certainly worked for her. her favorite kind of bagel was the onion and she molded it to perfection.
the smell is so enchanting, i cant keep from it , i wish i could stay there forever and enjoy the blissful state of being.
My life has never been so beautiful.
the scent of the paper is really lovely it has such a wonderful texture. I wonder what it is made of? perhaps ember or mahogany. I am not completely sure, however the smell of wax is very delightful. Is the life of cigars all made for the purpose of smelling really really funny? hmm, i concur, the idea of scent is a wonderful one and it inspires me to eat coffee.
a cool breeze settled over the pavement, running through skin and clothes. From it sprang the familiar aroma of sweet flowers, plucked from the plains of home.
is a smell. it’s laundry detergent. it’s the smell of women. scent rhymes with cents. blah blah good man water hog and all other things that come to mind i wonder how much time i have left……………………………………………………
I’ve got the scent! There under the bed. No, but it’s been there recently. I can see it now, those spindly whiskers scurrying about. OOH! I have to find it. In the closet, over there. I can smell it. The scent. Little kitty footprint odor spots. Your litter-box remnants splotched on the carpet. I’m coming!
i whiffed the scent of muffins from behind the closed door. these weren’t the type of muffins that you’re probably imagining. these were something like tacos or peaches and they were a plenty. yum yum!
Mmm. Scents. The sent of family, of summer, of rain, of fall. I love the way one smell can make you feel so happy and at home. I think my favorite smell is the way my uncle smells. I don’t get to see him much and I miss him dearly. I wish I got to smell him more…
the scent of you? no not really, i miss it but i shouldn’t. really enjoy that particular one. think i’ve found a new scent to follow. it is that of the yellow rose.
I have found it very interesting that I am usually attracted to someone’s scent before I even realize that I am attracted to them. The girl I am in love with smells so good to me. I love just being near her. Her scent is calming and exciting. But so is she.
There was a lot of flowers in the old ladies garden… she loved the smells that came from them, since her eyesight was going it was the only thing that gave her pure pleasure in the last days of her life. They reminded her of her childhood when she used to pick them for her mother.
lilacs, heaven sent. Violets, my grandmother’s perfume. Lily of the Valley, muget de bois. The flowers of spring bring with them so many smells, so many memories. My parents’ garden. My best friend. My sister. First love. Grown up ways. I wish it could be spring every day of the year. But then, perhaps, the effect of the perfume would be lessened. Perhaps we adore spring because it only comes around once a year.
the scent of her hair wafted through the night, the soft breeze carrying it across the river to my simple little hut. it mixed with the fragrance of the fresh fruit in the jungle, as her world and mine could never mingle. as i fell into dreams it was the scent of her hair lifting me to the sunrise of another day in my own purgatory. i loved her so.
yeah scent reminds me of marijuana, you know. it has that akward scent of.. marijuana. whatever, now I’m feeling like a big fat joint to burn it to my fingertips. and then eat like 5 giant sandwiches. cool.
Scent is when you smell. It comes through your nose and sometimes through your mouth. Scent can be beautiful, appetizing, gross, sweet, rank, or many other things. Some scents are purposely made for you to wear. My favorite scents are from my favorite foods.
dew in the morning rain at night flowers blooming rotting leaves dead dog on the highway looking for a color or a name or a sight or a sound but nothing only scent
i think that every man on this palnet has a chance to do good but th e people of the carbon planets are to eveil to care they could help each other but choose not to the could help all those that are in derperate need but dont. Man is a giddy thing it likes to believe it is everything it isnt.
the scent f you is intoxicating, the air smells beautiful with the flowers that seep from your skin. It reminds me of the time that we were children, and we ran free and rampant in the woods behind the house. Images of how we spoke to one another flash before me, your words were loving, tender and calm. You kissed me and your hair brushed against my face, i felt warm and happy.
I caught the scent of you today.
It hung in the air with a heavy weight.
Crawled up my nose like a worm or a snake.
I can’t get it out of my head. It is swallowing my being. I can’t stop sniffing you
The scent was cold and hard on my senses, driving me deeper into the cave. What was it, mold, mushroom, flower, or rock? It was damp and cold, soft on the palate but stinging on the mind.
“I remember this scent,” I said. I walked in further. The stalagmites were breathtaking, but they did not produce the scent. Whatever it was, it provoked nostalgia in me.
the scent that she exuded was intoxicating. I noticed it as soon as she came into the room. Slowly, cautiously, nervously, I approached. “Let’s be laughing together this time next year,” I said. She looked at me, a wry smile coming to her lips. “And if I’m busy that day?”
a beautiful aroma filled the room as Lily walked through. she looked and moved like her namesake. no one will ever forget the scent of lily. We all loved her. she was beautiful. why was she taken from us so early?
All I can smell now is the damp rank scent of dog piss and shit. The harsh scent fills my nostrals with a scent that is unignorable and it aches within my nose. It represents pain…. Lots of pain back from the days where I used to sit in my mother’s shack
The scent of a woman. Spices on her hands, sweat, the sweet tang of breast milk. It’s a scent one would miss.
SCENT BRINGS YOU MEMORIES. THE SMELL OF HONEYSUCKLES REMINDS ME OF MY CHILDHOOD. HIS SCENT ON HIS PILLOW COMFORTS ME WHEN HES AWAY. MY MOTHERS SCENT BRINGS ME PEACE. SCENT DEFINES YOU AS WELL AS THE WORLD AROUND YOU.
Smell of shit and blood.
It’s funny that people have to be so shocking isn’t it?
what happeneded to the subtleness and intricacy of life. everything has to be fuck this, fuck that. i use it all the time in my writing. but then again my writing is shit. actually i should be revising for my exam on tuesday. but it’s not happening.
fuck.shit.balls
i like scents. couldn’t live without the smell of my V&R parfume, fresh bread, the green grass, the springevenings, chocolate, my boyfriends smell, the scent of things create memories and
Nothing catches attention like aroma, smells, and scents. It can make or break relationships. Think about it, when you are meeting someone for the first time which will turn you off the most? If they aren’t attractive, or if they smell bad? Obviously the second. Its amazing how much our perception of people is derived from smell. Scientists are discovering how pheromones effect our attraction to other people which is in essence their scent.
a lovely smell, light and fragrant with the ability to lift the spirits of the wearer as well as the smeller. It is nice and clean, light and not overpowering. Like an orange in the morning.
A dog, nose to the ground, hurriedly follows the worn forest path. Something, something his master told him to track, waits ahead. But the dog is smarter than that, the animals left its scent behind, the perfect fingerprint as to who the animal is and which way it went. The dog smiled as dogs do and continued, nose to the ground.
Heavenly scent fills the air. Just as I think that maybe it’s just some perfume, I spot the lines of blossom trees all along the path. It’s spring.,of course, and so i should have realised. Then I also realised theat the blossoms were dropping like snowdrops, and lying at my feet. I picked up a handful and put them in my pocket, as if that could preserve the moment.
I love the scent on cigarette smoke. It reminds me of my dad and is really pleasant and soothing to me. Some people think it is odd, but I adore it.
the scent of freshly cut grass always takes me back to summer. days where i’d wake up, get dressed and immediately go outside. run and play all day in the yard and later it was time for the beach. i wish i could go back to one of those days, (except i think i would put another coat of sunscreen on) and enjoy playing in the ocean with my parents, only to be rushed home by the threat of the on coming thunderstorm. we always made it home just in time.
smell. scent is a good smell usually. dog poop doesn’t have a scent. perfume and flowers have a scent. it has to do with connotation, i guess.
The flowers were surrounding me on every side. The smell of the pollen was dancing in the air. I could smell the sweet scent of all the many different parts of the garden.
she smelled like roses and onions like she spent her days working as a florist and a bagel maker. it was an odd combination but certainly worked for her. her favorite kind of bagel was the onion and she molded it to perfection.
the smell is so enchanting, i cant keep from it , i wish i could stay there forever and enjoy the blissful state of being.
My life has never been so beautiful.
the scent of the paper is really lovely it has such a wonderful texture. I wonder what it is made of? perhaps ember or mahogany. I am not completely sure, however the smell of wax is very delightful. Is the life of cigars all made for the purpose of smelling really really funny? hmm, i concur, the idea of scent is a wonderful one and it inspires me to eat coffee.
a cool breeze settled over the pavement, running through skin and clothes. From it sprang the familiar aroma of sweet flowers, plucked from the plains of home.
is a smell. it’s laundry detergent. it’s the smell of women. scent rhymes with cents. blah blah good man water hog and all other things that come to mind i wonder how much time i have left……………………………………………………
the scent of her hair was like roses.
I’ve got the scent! There under the bed. No, but it’s been there recently. I can see it now, those spindly whiskers scurrying about. OOH! I have to find it. In the closet, over there. I can smell it. The scent. Little kitty footprint odor spots. Your litter-box remnants splotched on the carpet. I’m coming!
This room has no scent. It is scentless. So clean. I never thought about it before. Communications buildings always smell like plastic–nothing.
scent is the smell of something some of the best is flowers but my favorite is a women
perfume, magic, pharamones, love, atraction, men, women, sex, flowers, life, food, incredibly powerful, emotion, memories, everything
i whiffed the scent of muffins from behind the closed door. these weren’t the type of muffins that you’re probably imagining. these were something like tacos or peaches and they were a plenty. yum yum!
Mmm. Scents. The sent of family, of summer, of rain, of fall. I love the way one smell can make you feel so happy and at home. I think my favorite smell is the way my uncle smells. I don’t get to see him much and I miss him dearly. I wish I got to smell him more…
the scent of you? no not really, i miss it but i shouldn’t. really enjoy that particular one. think i’ve found a new scent to follow. it is that of the yellow rose.
I have found it very interesting that I am usually attracted to someone’s scent before I even realize that I am attracted to them. The girl I am in love with smells so good to me. I love just being near her. Her scent is calming and exciting. But so is she.
There was a lot of flowers in the old ladies garden… she loved the smells that came from them, since her eyesight was going it was the only thing that gave her pure pleasure in the last days of her life. They reminded her of her childhood when she used to pick them for her mother.
lilacs, heaven sent. Violets, my grandmother’s perfume. Lily of the Valley, muget de bois. The flowers of spring bring with them so many smells, so many memories. My parents’ garden. My best friend. My sister. First love. Grown up ways. I wish it could be spring every day of the year. But then, perhaps, the effect of the perfume would be lessened. Perhaps we adore spring because it only comes around once a year.
the scent of her hair wafted through the night, the soft breeze carrying it across the river to my simple little hut. it mixed with the fragrance of the fresh fruit in the jungle, as her world and mine could never mingle. as i fell into dreams it was the scent of her hair lifting me to the sunrise of another day in my own purgatory. i loved her so.
yeah scent reminds me of marijuana, you know. it has that akward scent of.. marijuana. whatever, now I’m feeling like a big fat joint to burn it to my fingertips. and then eat like 5 giant sandwiches. cool.
Scent is when you smell. It comes through your nose and sometimes through your mouth. Scent can be beautiful, appetizing, gross, sweet, rank, or many other things. Some scents are purposely made for you to wear. My favorite scents are from my favorite foods.
dew in the morning rain at night flowers blooming rotting leaves dead dog on the highway looking for a color or a name or a sight or a sound but nothing only scent
i think that every man on this palnet has a chance to do good but th e people of the carbon planets are to eveil to care they could help each other but choose not to the could help all those that are in derperate need but dont. Man is a giddy thing it likes to believe it is everything it isnt.
the scent f you is intoxicating, the air smells beautiful with the flowers that seep from your skin. It reminds me of the time that we were children, and we ran free and rampant in the woods behind the house. Images of how we spoke to one another flash before me, your words were loving, tender and calm. You kissed me and your hair brushed against my face, i felt warm and happy.
makes me nervous
I caught the scent of you today.
It hung in the air with a heavy weight.
Crawled up my nose like a worm or a snake.
I can’t get it out of my head. It is swallowing my being. I can’t stop sniffing you
The scent was cold and hard on my senses, driving me deeper into the cave. What was it, mold, mushroom, flower, or rock? It was damp and cold, soft on the palate but stinging on the mind.
“I remember this scent,” I said. I walked in further. The stalagmites were breathtaking, but they did not produce the scent. Whatever it was, it provoked nostalgia in me.