Aroma Sensei Novels & Stories

Slim fingers and the warm palm pressed firmly on the lower back of a porcelain skin. The smoothness feeling as the hands glide upward on both sides of the spine all the way to the shoulders. The mild aromatic scent of maple, hint of mint and honey loitered around the room; it was soothing and relaxing. Arlert slightly groaned. Ryuu breathed silently, the pressure of his palms made a circular motion all the way through the neck of the blonde lad; some of the strands of his hair touched the pale hands. A sudden raise of one's shoulder, the blonde locks laughed.

The grass seemed meticulously maintained and carefully tended. As we walked, there was something in the air, a scent that enveloped me. It was a blend of musk and the freshness of rain-soaked dew on flowers. It was an indescribable aroma that seemed to awaken a response deep within me. A faint stirring came from Nia, my wolf. Could this be a sign of her returning? What was this place we were heading toward? The scent grew more potent as we moved closer, overwhelming my senses. It felt like home, a place of safety and belonging, even though I couldn't quite put it into words. The aroma captivated my heart and senses, promising things beyond the reach of language.

Ceremonial. Elowyn stood near the edge of the crowd, her fingers trembling lightly as she thought of the flask in her bag. One sip left. Just one. The platform ahead rose slowly. Two instructors stood on it — one broad-shouldered with a bronze neck cuff, and one tall and severe with silver beads in his braids. “Welcome to the first Scenting Class of the semester,” the tall instructor said. His voice echoed, firm and precise. “This is where the truth of who you are will be revealed....”

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.

He scented the need coming off his peers in waves. “Why can I smell them?” “You’ll smell everything. You’ll also notice that each emotion has a scent as well. Arousal, hate, greed, jealousy, fear, pain, it will all combine together. You’ve got to learn to keep focus and ignore the scents.” “How did you do it?”

He was looking at her. "Tell me what you smell," Julian instructed. Aurora leaned over the bowl. She closed her dark eyes. She let the aromatics fill her senses. "Carrot tops," Aurora said. "The bitterness of the green, not the root. There is a metallic note from the water. The heat was too aggressive at the twelve-minute mark." "I'll tell you what I feel through temperature," Julian said. He reached out. He hovered his palm three inches above the surface of the liquid. He did not touch the bowl.

“The taste is subtle. It works in harmony with the body. Smell, now, that’s the most immediate of all our senses. Touch may come first and linger last, but smell is wired straight into the brain.” She set out two delicate china cups and filled a ceramic teapot with steaming water. The leaves were strained twice through a small silver sieve before she poured and slid a cup toward me. “You don’t read tea leaves, then?” I asked. “I think you’re making fun of me, young lady,” she said lightly, not the least bit offended. “Fifteen years ago, you were a teacher at St Mary’s.” “For my sins.” “Do you remember a boy named Bobby Morgan?”

he replied. “It could be anybody,” I pointed out. He grinned and shook his head slightly. “I highly doubt that. The sense of smell is the most powerful sense and most likely the one that’s linked to the memory. I remember your scent from yesterday. You smell like… you.” “Er… is that a good thing?” I asked. “You smell like sweet strawberries combined with a scent of freesia and honeysuckle,” he replied. “It’s always a good thing.” He practically enumerated the scents of my perfume, my soap and my shampoo. Being blind must have turned him into a bloodhound.

--- The soothing smell of mocha and blue rose, tickling the senses of Aru, he felt cold as he gained consciousness, the smell was coming off, on his skin, he helped himself up, and found the wound he purposely put on his body, was treated already and the wound on his waist, from RiVi's gun, was bandage. It means he didn't suffer much, but what caught his attention was the scent tickling his nose. Pineapple, blue rose, mocha, he can't remember where he smells this, but this makes him want to be cuddled, he wanted to feel the strong arms to wrap him. He snapped from this wild imagination, when he felt his buddy down their erect, now he became a pervert, just because of this smell clouding his

From Stephanie's perspective: The aroma of the forest mingled with the scent of crispy bacon, evoking memories of camping in the woods with my father, those favorite scents, and cherished recollections. I recognized Brock's presence by this comforting fragrance. As his tears fell upon my hands, a tingling sensation spread through my fingers, warmed by the familiarity of his scent and the affection it signified.