Bakura Perfume Novels & Stories

Her knee pounded along with aching limbs and Chantal clenched her shaking hands into fists and imagined a meal and a soft bed waiting at the end of this journey. Gage kissed her head. “I can smell a trace of your perfume.” He kept his lips in place. “That’s surprising, considering the knotted mess on my head.” “That fragrance is familiar… calming… what do you wear?” “It’s a French perfume— L’Artisan Parfumeur Premier Figuier. It has notes of fig, rice, coconut, and sandalwood.” Gage sniffed her head like a basset hound, and she laughed.

she murmured, checking the girl’s skin. “None, Mom! It’s nice!” The girl chattered and then curiously leaned in to smell me. “Mom, the smell on my sister's body really smells good.” Ms. Jan looked at me, curiosity piqued. “This smell seems familiar. Is it the bottle of perfume of "City Forest" I saw last time in the studio?” I smiled. “Yes. ” “Is there any chemical additive added here.” I shook my head, “One of my own blends—pure floral and plant extract. No chemicals.”“

She was lashing out, grasping at straws, desperate to make me the villain in her narrative. I met her gaze steadily, my expression unreadable. “Believe what you want, Shane,” I said calmly. “I’m here for business, not to dig up the past.” Just as I finished speaking, a familiar scent wafted toward me. I recognized it instantly—a luxurious blend of jasmine, sandalwood, and vanilla. It was one of the more popular perfumes from Velvet Vibe’s latest collection. I almost laughed out loud at the irony but kept my composure.

pabirong tanong niya kaya naman natawa na ‘ko sa inasal niya. “Hindi yun reklamo ha! Isa pa nga,” wika ko ngunit sinubsob niya lang ang mukha niya sa balikat ko. “Anong pabango mo, Belle?” biglang tanong niya kaya naman napasulyap ako, nakita ko siya mula sa peripheral vision ko na inaamoy ang balikat ko. “From a local brand, the scent is called Pradox, why? Mabaho ba?” tanong ko at inamoy ang kabilang balikat.

"So you can hold me down and remind me who I belong to." His jaw flexed, his fingers tightening around the leather. "You want that, angel?" "I crave it." The second box. "The Gift of Smell." I leaned in, licking my lips slowly, watching his grip tighten. “This is my scent. The one I wear when I want you to lose control.” My voice was a whisper, thick with promise. “A mix of Roja Parfums – Roja Haute Luxe… and me.” His eyes snapped to mine.

They are not great things, but luxuries are luxuries. We enter the store and the exquisite aroma of the fragrances is present. We go to the upper bar where there is a boy behind us who is placing some perfumes on the shelf. "Good afternoon boy, could you help us choose a perfume?"This time Karla speaks as she grabs a perfume from the shelf and smells it.

*** After they were inside, they immediately met with a very sewer smell, and Brianna almost threw up if Jack didn’t suddenly put something on her nose. “What is this?” Brianna asked, narrowing her eyes as she smelled it before it turned to relax when the sewer smell was gone, and change to bread smell. “It’s just a perfume. Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous because it’s a perfume that bakeries tend to use to lure the customer. But the effect is not long so…I suggest you be wise when breathing,” he said, and Brianna just ‘oh..’

[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?"

I replied, offering a polite smile and a slight nod to Bardier to indicate that I was okay. "Ms. Freya, if you're okay, I'd like you to take a look at this new bottle of perfume I've mixed up," Bardier said, pulling out a bottle of peach-colored perfume from the counter. After opening the lid, the delicate scent filled the air and made my heart skip a beat. "This smell is so strong, Bardier. What's the name of this perfume?" I asked absentmindedly as I gently wafted the perfume with the palm of my hand.

"I'm so happy for you." She did not hold Maya's gaze. The perfume…Heavy, Expensive, Something with a dark base amber and something woody and specific. Maya had smelled it once sitting on the shelf in Damien's bathroom and asked what it was and he had said a client gifted it, he didn't know the name. She had picked the bottle up and looked at it and set it back. “Not today, Get through today, Get to the other side of today and then deal with all of it.”Maya thought.