Alt Novel Perfume Novels & Stories

The beautiful woman was about to protest when an elderly man in a dark suit emerged from the back room, his gaze carrying a touch of admiration as it fell upon me. "Mr. Bardier!" The beautiful woman gasped in surprise, her expression revealing that the man before her was none other than the recently acclaimed perfume master and the boutique's owner. "Madam, perhaps 'Fantasy' would better suit your taste," Bardier suggested, producing a bottle of purple perfume from the nearby display cabinet. It featured numerous tiny sequins at its core, glistening and captivating under the light. "Oh, thank you. I adore this scent," the noblewoman exclaimed as she lifted the perfume and took a gentle sniff

It was her sweat and blood. The perfume's name was Écarlate so she looked it up and rolled her eyes when she saw the name of the store where it was available to order and purchase at the official stores. "What kind of crappy name is this?" YLA? What the hell was that? She had never heard of it and she liked keeping an eye on her competitors so she wouldn't end up losing out too much. "Wait. It's a new brand. My idea was stolen by a newbie?" She fumed. This was insolence!

But upon his arrival, he noticed a familiar motorcycle parked. "Huh, isn't that..." Calisto couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He grabbed the perfume designed to conceal his wolf scent, spraying a bit onto his pulse points and rubbing it into his neck. Even he was amazed at how quickly his lycan scent dissipated, thanks to the potency of the fragrance. This perfume was a game-changer in their lycan world, difficult to acquire and only purchasable from a renowned vampire.

she shrugged and turned over to the next page “Two thousand dollars is cheap?” Olivia exclaimed, shaking her head at Mia playfully. “I could use two thousand dollars, that’s my rent for a month.” I smiled. “You forget she’s Mia Walker.” I waved my fingers in the air as I said her name for effect. “La vie est belle, Blue rose, Scarlet woman, Adeline...” She kept reading the names of the perfumes but my attention caught the name of one of the perfumes. “Hold on. What was the name of the second perfume you mentioned?” I asked with rapt attention now.

With a small smile, I said, “When we dress up to go out, the last thing we apply is a perfume that defines us. Whether we want to appear delicate, manly, fresh or sweet. The perfume we choose to wear defines us. If it’s a formal meeting, we will wear something light yet rich. If it’s a date, we will wear something heady or musky. For me, as a blind person, I can define someone by the tone of their voice, the scent they are wearing. I attach scents to people and the idea of creating new scents for others and how I wanted people to see me, just based on how I smell, seemed very exciting so… here I am.” “That’s a lovely answer, Valeria. Tell us something about your new launch.” “The new fragran

After all, she wouldn't lose anything by simply exchanging pleasantries. Glancing toward the adjacent counter, she saw Julissa still inspecting the perfumes. Annabelle was about to excuse herself when Ada grabbed her arm. "I was thinking of buying a light perfume too. This one’s new, right? Let’s try it together." Feigning warmth, Ada picked up two fragrance test strips. She sprayed the perfume into the air, waved the strips through the mist, then handed one to Annabelle. Annabelle took a sniff. The subtle, elegant scent of osmanthus filled her senses. It was just the kind of fragrance she liked — light and delicate.

“Yeah, it’s the same for sure. Why?” “When I picked Alaia up from the station and brought her home, I smelt this perfume on her clothes,” I explain, and Josh frowns. “I knew it was familiar, but I couldn't place it. It’s not Shayla’s smell. She hates perfumes with strong floral smells; it gives her a headache. It wasn’t until Sophie just hugged me that I placed the smell. It’s Coco Chanel, I know because it’s Sophie's favourite perfume. I bought it for her.” I explain quietly, and Josh’s eyes grow wide. “Think about it? Why would Alaia come back smelling like a perfume that’s not her mother's? And who hates Shayla and would benefit from her disappearance?”

And a third, a dainty white and silver Bulgari. She stared in awe. "Alec... I don’t know what to say." "Then say nothing," he replied. "Just smile." And she did. Finally, they entered a boutique perfume gallery. Alec waved his hand, and the attendants brought out dozens of bottles. Shola tested scents on her wrist, selecting her favorites: a soft floral rose from Jo Malone, a warm vanilla musk from Tom Ford, a spicy sandalwood from YSL, and a deep amber scent from Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Alec picked a few himself, adding them to the collection, including a rare jasmine and oud blend.

It's a magnetic pull that I can't resist, drawing me closer to him, both physically and emotionally. The scent of both Neo and Alaric's presence envelops me, intertwining in the air and creating a unique fragrance that is both comforting and intoxicating. It's a blend of Neo's warm, earthy cologne and Alaric's subtle, crisp aftershave. The combination instantly soothes my senses, wrapping me in a cocoon of tranquility and serenity.

. I need something that whispers power, not shouts it. Something that draws you in, then holds you captive. if you know what I'm saying." She opened her eyes, a sudden spark of inspiration flaring within them. “Patchouli. But not the heavy, earthy kind. I want the clean, almost minty fraction. And then… oud.” Anita’s pen paused mid-stroke. “Oud? That’s a bold move. It’s expensive, and it can overpower everything else if not handled with absolute precision.” “Precision is my middle name,” Natalie retorted, a wry smile playing on her lips. She reached for a tiny, dark vial, its liquid almost black, viscous. The scent, even sealed, was potent, ancient, a whisper of distant forests and sacred ri