Bakura Perfume Novels & Stories

It's not new for him to see her in a bikini set but this time the relationship was different and she just wanted to put effort in for him though it was hard knowing her first love will be there. Sprinkling her favourite strong perfume of ginger and cinnamon with a tint of wild flower note in it which she herself made in Italy for herself. She walks out of her room descending the staircase. The music playing downstairs blasts through the house and vibrates with it. She finds herself vibing with the environment already when a sizzling hot barbeque aroma hits her nostrils provoking her hungry stomach. She excitedly licks her dry lips and gulps hard knowing it's her dad on the barbeque station.

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?"

She had always been more comfortable choosing for others than indulging herself. Their next stop was a perfume house, one of the most renowned in the city, tucked neatly between two glass-walled boutiques. Even before stepping inside, Kathalina could sense it. The air outside the entrance carried traces of fragrance that seemed to escape the heavy doors every time they opened. Sweet florals drifted first……rose, jasmine, peony like soft whispers. Beneath them lingered the darker notes, musk and oud, smoky and rich, weaving through the lighter scents like shadows in candlelight. It was impossible not to pause for a moment and breathe it in.

I pleaded well aware he never refuses my pleas even if it's as absurd as jumping off a cliff, I know he would do it. “Ok, if it's too much. Tell me immediately, Leah. So we can leave the store immediately.” After much hesitation, Zake gave in, as we walked into the store. I feel transported to another world. The small store had this floral scent around the air, the shelves on the wall decorated with dried flowers and herbs. The shop assistant greeted us with a warm smile, showing us the place and every type of perfume they had.

It was too early in the morning for Joana to add more questions to her head. Oriaga quickly opened the marketplace app on his phone, and he remembered the name of the perfume attached to the glass bottle—it joined the ranks of the other perfumes in Oriaga's room. "There are only two scents, huh?" He thought he would find some other scents, but he was wrong. The price on the marketplace showed about 180$ for a 100ml bottle of perfume. "Alright. I'll buy both and send these things to the mansion instead of Amanda's perfume."

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

And then suddenly he stopped, froze, and inhaled sharply. He leaned too close. “You smell incredible,” he murmured, voice low with confusion and admiration. My stomach twisted painfully. “What perfume is this?” he asked. I kept my voice elegant and calm. “Amber wood with vanilla base oil,” I answered softly. He paused. Just like that, his body stilled. Recognition flickered in his eyes. “No one uses that combination,” he said quietly, “except… her.” My throat thickened. I turned to walk away but his warm fingers wrapped around my wrist, gentle but firm.

I gently pat her head as though she were a wonderful being. As I read the letter that Casimir gave me, Linia left right away. I close my eyes, yet I still sense the aroma of this letter. It is powerful and seductive, yet hazardous. Acacia, a limited-edition perfume used in the imperial member's home, has only one scent: a minty woodland aroma. It costs close to 500,000 gold pieces.

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.

A new, unknown feeling filled him with a sense of peace and fulfillment. "Look, he even loved the perfume you bought." Lisaura sighed, trying to convince Braston that he was capable of taking care of the baby. "I don't buy perfumes, I make them. I ordered it from my chief perfumer." Braston replied arrogantly, trying to maintain his facade of a cold and distant man. "He called someone a chief?" Lisaura wondered, confused by the response. "The 'Golden Rose Love' perfume? You made a perfume so quickly?" She questioned, perplexed by the coincidence.