Novel & Cerita Amorous Perfume

He took a step closer hoping for a hug and when she didn’t retract, he folded her into his arms. She inhaled his perfume: a dark Oud Wood and Cedar scent. It smelt woody and expensive. She imagined the bottle case; expensive glass, a dramatic cover, the logo coated in gold, engraved with the name of the brand company. Still on his arms, then as if on cue, the sun began to rise. Tremendous light sparkled over the thousand daffodils clustered around them. Golden daffodils in the sun. Everything glowed. “I love you, Nat” she said on impulse.

I reached for them and opened them one after another. A tailored Prada blouse with matching trousers and a fitted jacket. A pair of Dior earrings, delicate jewelry, and a full set of makeup and accessories. A beautiful Hermès Kelly bag. Christian Louboutin heels that probably cost more than anyone should ever pay for a pair of shoes. And finally… Amouage Guidance 46. My favorite perfume. “Oh wow… how does he even know that?” I opened the perfume box and gave it a light spray into the air. Caught beneath the chandelier’s warm glow, the fine mist lingered for a moment before slowly drifting through the room. It smelled like heaven.

When she finished, there were four different perfumes selected, including the grape one. Pamela: Okay… so for the hair products, let's stick with the same fragrances… and the same for the moisturizers. Amelia: Wait… I don't need all four perfumes… Alexander kissed me gently on the temple. Alexander: I know, Luna, but we'll take them anyway… that way, you can go wherever you want. I looked at him softly, feeling embarrassed by all his attention. Alexander: Let me spoil you, Luna, you deserve it so much…

she whispered, her voice low, like she already knew the answer. I froze, my body tensing, but I covered it up quickly with a casual laugh. “What makes you think that?” She poked me with her fork, grinning. “Because you have this new vanilla perfume on. Your secret man?” I froze for a second too long. I didn’t even realize I was wearing the perfume Mason had bought me. YSL Libre. Vanilla, lavender, and jasmine. Soft but very nice. Liam gasped dramatically, his mouth falling open in mock surprise. “So you do have a secret boyfriend?”

That feeling could be bottled and sold. As we turned toward each other, I could smell her perfume. She smelled like silken roses. I could taste it in my mind, as I had so many times before. In the months prior when we would be working together, she’d lean over me, and that scent would infect me. It was some high-priced perfume, to be sure. It was one of those aromas that confused your sense of scent with taste, being with doing. I loved its sweet aroma coupled with her delicate perspiration lingering in the evening air.

I longed to peel back her layers, knowing in my heart that her perfected exterior, as stunning as it was, paled in comparison to what lay beneath. "Hello." The greeting rolled off my tongue as I reached for her small, soft hand, bowed ever so slightly at the hip, and lifted her delicate fingers to my lips. The faintest scent of perfume graced the air as her pulse beneath my touch thumped in beat with her racing heart. It was floral—jasmine and lavender. The aroma entered my breath, filled my lungs, and marked my memory for eternity.

It was her only escape since she could not go somewhere far away to unwind. “This is one of the things that I miss about you.” Her gaze reverted to the door when she heard Jan’s voice. She found him leaning against the doorframe. His eyes were glistening with admiration as though she was the most beautiful woman in the world. “If you’re going to join me for a bath, please turn off the light.” She took a huge gulp of champagne. “And why would I do that?” Jan sauntered to the bathtub and sat on its edge. He looked down at her and wiped the bubbles that covered the top of her breasts.

She stopped when she reached me, keeping a polite distance. “Sorry for the wait,” she said. No trace of apology in her tone. I ignored her words instead taking in a whiff of her scent like a man possessed. I knew that scent. It was one I obsessed over after she left. “You still use it,” I said before I could stop myself. Her brows drew together. “Use what?” “The perfume,” I said quietly. “Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Baccarat Rouge 540. I gifted it to you, remember?"

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

"It goes both ways. And thank you so much Tenor. You and your wife, you did so much for me. I'm grateful." "Anything for Simon and Paige. Can't mention him without you now." He teased. Simon clapped a hand on Tenor's back. "Thank you man, for everything." Tenor nodded. Closing his eyes, he sniffed the air. "You're wearing a fragrance made up of cinnamon, rose, clove, cardamom and coriander." He leaned closer to Paige. "There's also the slightest hint of patchouli and amber." He smiled a sensual smile. "Did you know that patchouli is considered a love potion?"