so as i stood there waiting for her to come out of the building, i remembered the smell of her, the intoxication of her aroma, the dreamy quality it gave the day when my nostrils inhaled that delicious smell.
The scent of the June roses cast me back about ten years. Walking out of the shop with my best friend Amanda, ice-cream and copious amounts of sweeties in tow. She was two years older than me. She knew things.
the scent of you used to make me happy, invigorated, hopeful: in love. Now, it just reminds me of how you exploit my helpfulness, my desire to help you succeed and your lake of discipline.
The scent smelt like violets and incense. One could not help but be overwhelmed by it. It filled the room, choking it’s victims into a dull stuper, he had arrived.
it’s not really something you feel. It’s something you anticipate, remember, run back to, dream about. It seduces. Transports. Like the smell of your first girlfriend’s perfume, it’s forever in your memory.
tHE SMELL OF ROSES AND BABIES IN THE SUMMER TIME. aCTUALLY TREES AND DAFFODILS BLOWING IN THE BREEZE AND THE WAVES CRASHING ON THE SANDY BEACH. tODAY i DREAM OF THE SCENT OF A MAN HOLDING ME TIGHT AGAINST HIS CHEST.
The smell of breakfast cooking on a Sunday morning. Bacon, eggs, waffles, all the good stuff. sitting down to enjoy it with your family, not worrying about school or work, just eating and enjoying, the taste the smell, the conversation, the silence. The scent of breakfast on a Sunday morning.
I like to smell beautiful. If I could I would distil lilac and smell of that forever. It reminds me of being a little girl and reaching up to get a whiff of that sweet, life-affirming odour. It reminds me of the beginning of Spring; of the mounting of hope.
A lot of the time I don’t smell beautiful. But ugly smells have their place too.
When we lie naked in each other’s arms we smell fetid but human. Human and in love.
i love the scent of tulips and all flowers. scent is essential to life and all its ups and down. scent is descriptive of many things in our world, the smell of a new born baby with the powder, the smell of freshly mown hay, the smell of little dirty hands after playing in the mud. Scent is a word that can be used to describe many, many things.
smells like valentines. tea. chocolate and strawberries… raspberries. tasty. scents are happy. BPAL. I like fairy market. I still want my witch queen. wish things were clear in my head. i don’t like the smell of WD40 or the sound of squeaking things. squeaking things can be so loud. i’ve gone off topic. weird. the red is coming, i’m running out of time
it smells. mmm. transcending the olfactory system, it goes straight to the brain. its a good feeling. it tickles the frontal cortex. making me sneeze. the peppr is loose. rush of feeling. i could smell your fear.
there was this orange cedar wine that sat on top of the chestnut table. The crimson ribbon around it was torn and the cork slightly lose around the edges. The scent of lemon lingered across the room.
when i smell things like roses, i think about the time when tracey ryan said she smelled something that smelled like rose scented soap, but i knew she meant me but i didn’t say anything, i just kept looking around at everyone else and sniffing, like, “where is that smell coming from?” even though i knew it was me.
It sounds stupid but my favorite thing about her was the way she smelled.
It was really no big deal, in fact it was just her silly shampoo, but I am serious here.
After she left, I wanted to buy that shampoo; I didn’t care how expensive it was or how useless it would be on my oily mop top. I just wanted to be able to smell it when I needed to smell it. When I was sad. Or happy. Or just needed a good laugh. I never got around to finding a good enough excuse to let myself buy it.
Her scent was like a silent celebration of her. It sounds down right dumb, but that is what it is for me. Everytime I smell it a thousand memories come flooding back. Some are excellent, some are horrible, some are insignificant but nonetheless poignant. She doesn’t know it, but I kept years’ worth. I would have been more than content to have had the opportunity to collect more than that.
Sometimes I still smell that scent on strangers and it makes me want to get to know them.
I also liked her smile and her brown eyes but those are stories for another time.
There was the smell of fire on the air and I inhaled deeply, guilty in the pleasure of the burning trees. One doesn’t feel guilty at smelling freshly mown lawn or the scent of ozone from a thunderstorm. But people die, buildings burn in forest fires. I breathe more deeply and, strangely, the guilt lessens.
The aroma of essential oils, the smell of flowers, or the putrid stink of the decaying skunk by the side of the road–all of this is part of scent. Scent has so many components. We often do not take into account all the aspects of where it takes us–from the soft smell of a baby’s skin to a lover’s embrace to the pungent smell of death.
the havoc it wreaked was scary
and the dire need for it to be something made it all the more impressionable for the little boy
he had to escape it while he could
he ran through the field
and he knew the flowers weren’t his friends any longer
and he buried his nose in them, an effrontery but also a loving embrace goodbye
There are trillions of scents in the world, but there are some that allow us to be taken away to different times in our lives. For instance, whenever I smell Strawberry Champagne by Victoria’s Secret, I am brought back to freshmen year of high school, sitting next to Matt, the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen.
scent smells like nice roses in the summer, the scent of a freshly mowed lawn, the scent of beauty & of a woman, summer in the city the stank is in the air, the scent of the glory the sweet sweet sensi, light it up
There’s a guy at my work who has a terrible scent. He’s a big guy, you know? I feel bad for him. Don’t you know how you smell? My roommate buys a new cologne every week, he especially loves his Usher cologne even though he’s met Usher, and says he’s a douche. Some of my friends like that natural scent, which translates to not using deoderant–but in the end, I don’t know. I just try to to smell too much, you know?
An amazing word ‘scent’! A little old fashioned but nonetheless conveys what it means, a perfumed aroma with distant memories. When I read this word it takes me back in time.
The scent of oranges lingered on my skin long after she had gone. A whispered greeting, a brief embrace and she was lost to me. No declarations of love or loyalty, only a goodbye that promised dust. When the scent was gone, I wept.
The following scent of the flower filled my nose and gasped at the back of my throat. Flinging the curtains to the side, I gazed at the falling snow beyond the window, acutely juxtaposed against the flower in the pot below my hands. A solution to the riddle of my life seemed to present itself to me, but then as soon as it came I lost it.
I was standing so close to her I could breathe in her scent. It was as the cliche goes intoxicating. I wanted to kiss her so badly at that point, but I knew I shouldn’t. The time wasn’t right. The time was never right. So I just brushed the stray strand of hair out of her face and walked away.
the scent of him reminded me of someone i dreamed of years ago; nearly a decade. something strange and musky, yet not so pungent as to be called “musk”. it was a scent only prescribed to him. the whole situation flooded back. the tight stomach, the butterflies, the thought of being able to see him every day and dreading that moment, that awful moment, where i finally told him how I felt.
His scent. How much I crave it. The subtle fragrance that clings to his skin, a mix of body odor and his environment. Calming… soothing… How I wish I could smell it now… Then perhaps my heart wouldn’t ache so…
scent is smell and needs the nose. scent can either be beuatiful ir repugnant, iid prefer the beautiful because scent invokes memories and i would rather have the beautiful ones, scents leaves impressions, scents change minds scent is a lot of things wrapped wrapped up in one simple word – scent. Scent ummm
so as i stood there waiting for her to come out of the building, i remembered the smell of her, the intoxication of her aroma, the dreamy quality it gave the day when my nostrils inhaled that delicious smell.
The scent of the June roses cast me back about ten years. Walking out of the shop with my best friend Amanda, ice-cream and copious amounts of sweeties in tow. She was two years older than me. She knew things.
the scent of you used to make me happy, invigorated, hopeful: in love. Now, it just reminds me of how you exploit my helpfulness, my desire to help you succeed and your lake of discipline.
scent is the theme of life when you are speaking about something you are getting its smell and this is the way how scent works.
Scent makes me crazy about someone for whome i am ……..
Everyone asks me what cologne I’m wearing. I have never worn cologne… but I always say it’s something fancy.
fragrance, smell, odour,feel, mild,love, feel,special,attachement,
happy ninja smell is the new IT thing buy it today. Happy ninja smell at scent.com its YOUR new scent. Why? because you’re worth it
The scent smelt like violets and incense. One could not help but be overwhelmed by it. It filled the room, choking it’s victims into a dull stuper, he had arrived.
it’s not really something you feel. It’s something you anticipate, remember, run back to, dream about. It seduces. Transports. Like the smell of your first girlfriend’s perfume, it’s forever in your memory.
tHE SMELL OF ROSES AND BABIES IN THE SUMMER TIME. aCTUALLY TREES AND DAFFODILS BLOWING IN THE BREEZE AND THE WAVES CRASHING ON THE SANDY BEACH. tODAY i DREAM OF THE SCENT OF A MAN HOLDING ME TIGHT AGAINST HIS CHEST.
The smell of breakfast cooking on a Sunday morning. Bacon, eggs, waffles, all the good stuff. sitting down to enjoy it with your family, not worrying about school or work, just eating and enjoying, the taste the smell, the conversation, the silence. The scent of breakfast on a Sunday morning.
I like to smell beautiful. If I could I would distil lilac and smell of that forever. It reminds me of being a little girl and reaching up to get a whiff of that sweet, life-affirming odour. It reminds me of the beginning of Spring; of the mounting of hope.
A lot of the time I don’t smell beautiful. But ugly smells have their place too.
When we lie naked in each other’s arms we smell fetid but human. Human and in love.
i love the scent of tulips and all flowers. scent is essential to life and all its ups and down. scent is descriptive of many things in our world, the smell of a new born baby with the powder, the smell of freshly mown hay, the smell of little dirty hands after playing in the mud. Scent is a word that can be used to describe many, many things.
smells like valentines. tea. chocolate and strawberries… raspberries. tasty. scents are happy. BPAL. I like fairy market. I still want my witch queen. wish things were clear in my head. i don’t like the smell of WD40 or the sound of squeaking things. squeaking things can be so loud. i’ve gone off topic. weird. the red is coming, i’m running out of time
it smells. mmm. transcending the olfactory system, it goes straight to the brain. its a good feeling. it tickles the frontal cortex. making me sneeze. the peppr is loose. rush of feeling. i could smell your fear.
there was this orange cedar wine that sat on top of the chestnut table. The crimson ribbon around it was torn and the cork slightly lose around the edges. The scent of lemon lingered across the room.
As personal as yourself, you don’t need, but you want, you care with passion. Good, bad, it doesn’t matter.
when i smell things like roses, i think about the time when tracey ryan said she smelled something that smelled like rose scented soap, but i knew she meant me but i didn’t say anything, i just kept looking around at everyone else and sniffing, like, “where is that smell coming from?” even though i knew it was me.
It sounds stupid but my favorite thing about her was the way she smelled.
It was really no big deal, in fact it was just her silly shampoo, but I am serious here.
After she left, I wanted to buy that shampoo; I didn’t care how expensive it was or how useless it would be on my oily mop top. I just wanted to be able to smell it when I needed to smell it. When I was sad. Or happy. Or just needed a good laugh. I never got around to finding a good enough excuse to let myself buy it.
Her scent was like a silent celebration of her. It sounds down right dumb, but that is what it is for me. Everytime I smell it a thousand memories come flooding back. Some are excellent, some are horrible, some are insignificant but nonetheless poignant. She doesn’t know it, but I kept years’ worth. I would have been more than content to have had the opportunity to collect more than that.
Sometimes I still smell that scent on strangers and it makes me want to get to know them.
I also liked her smile and her brown eyes but those are stories for another time.
There was the smell of fire on the air and I inhaled deeply, guilty in the pleasure of the burning trees. One doesn’t feel guilty at smelling freshly mown lawn or the scent of ozone from a thunderstorm. But people die, buildings burn in forest fires. I breathe more deeply and, strangely, the guilt lessens.
At night I inhale your scent
And wonder where the time went
During the times I’ve spent in your arms
I fly higher than high among the stars
The aroma of essential oils, the smell of flowers, or the putrid stink of the decaying skunk by the side of the road–all of this is part of scent. Scent has so many components. We often do not take into account all the aspects of where it takes us–from the soft smell of a baby’s skin to a lover’s embrace to the pungent smell of death.
the havoc it wreaked was scary
and the dire need for it to be something made it all the more impressionable for the little boy
he had to escape it while he could
he ran through the field
and he knew the flowers weren’t his friends any longer
and he buried his nose in them, an effrontery but also a loving embrace goodbye
the scent was overwhelming. overwhelmingly beautiful. like a delicious taste that mixed with the most beautiful spring day. happiness mixed ecstasy.
There are trillions of scents in the world, but there are some that allow us to be taken away to different times in our lives. For instance, whenever I smell Strawberry Champagne by Victoria’s Secret, I am brought back to freshmen year of high school, sitting next to Matt, the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen.
scent smells like nice roses in the summer, the scent of a freshly mowed lawn, the scent of beauty & of a woman, summer in the city the stank is in the air, the scent of the glory the sweet sweet sensi, light it up
I love your sweet scent
anticipated musk of you
crawls into my dreams
scent of a woman, that makes me high at dawn, beneath the still warm blankets, and narrow light. never has anything makes me feel so alive
There’s a guy at my work who has a terrible scent. He’s a big guy, you know? I feel bad for him. Don’t you know how you smell? My roommate buys a new cologne every week, he especially loves his Usher cologne even though he’s met Usher, and says he’s a douche. Some of my friends like that natural scent, which translates to not using deoderant–but in the end, I don’t know. I just try to to smell too much, you know?
An amazing word ‘scent’! A little old fashioned but nonetheless conveys what it means, a perfumed aroma with distant memories. When I read this word it takes me back in time.
the scent i received gave me a flashback of my own mother’s warmth, her smile and the way she always brushed my hair after i got out of the bath.
The scent of oranges lingered on my skin long after she had gone. A whispered greeting, a brief embrace and she was lost to me. No declarations of love or loyalty, only a goodbye that promised dust. When the scent was gone, I wept.
The following scent of the flower filled my nose and gasped at the back of my throat. Flinging the curtains to the side, I gazed at the falling snow beyond the window, acutely juxtaposed against the flower in the pot below my hands. A solution to the riddle of my life seemed to present itself to me, but then as soon as it came I lost it.
smell, happy, pleasant, aroma, smile, perfume, odor,
scent of the vag
I was standing so close to her I could breathe in her scent. It was as the cliche goes intoxicating. I wanted to kiss her so badly at that point, but I knew I shouldn’t. The time wasn’t right. The time was never right. So I just brushed the stray strand of hair out of her face and walked away.
It is not something you can spend. You will likely remember it. You have your own.
the scent of him reminded me of someone i dreamed of years ago; nearly a decade. something strange and musky, yet not so pungent as to be called “musk”. it was a scent only prescribed to him. the whole situation flooded back. the tight stomach, the butterflies, the thought of being able to see him every day and dreading that moment, that awful moment, where i finally told him how I felt.
His scent. How much I crave it. The subtle fragrance that clings to his skin, a mix of body odor and his environment. Calming… soothing… How I wish I could smell it now… Then perhaps my heart wouldn’t ache so…
scent is smell and needs the nose. scent can either be beuatiful ir repugnant, iid prefer the beautiful because scent invokes memories and i would rather have the beautiful ones, scents leaves impressions, scents change minds scent is a lot of things wrapped wrapped up in one simple word – scent. Scent ummm