Novel & Cerita Bisa Mencium Bau Tapi Sedikit

I said. "We do not have to do that tonight dearest wife," Min said and scooted closer to me. "You smell intoxicating and delicious," he said. He our cups on the table, blew a little hair on my skin and it came alive, i felt the hairs standing and the little goosebumps that had ridded my skin.

Sipping on my beer, I didn't notice that waitress coming back. "Still doing good?" she asks with a smile. "Yea. I'm good. thank you. " she smiles back and walks back to where she came from. at that moment I smelled something different. Where is that smell coming from? I got so lost in that new smell. don't get me wrong this bar reeks of alcohol and sweat but I smell honeysuckle and lemon. I have to find out what that smell is.

Great. “Breathe, Poppy,” Bastian whispers. I do, inhaling slowly. “Tell me one thing you can hear?” I focus, the distinct crunch and swish of feet stepping on dry leaves and through long grass, slowly getting quieter. “Footsteps walking away.” “Good. One thing you can smell?” I inhale, slower this time. There’s so many scents, but I pick the strongest. “Damp earth.” “Touch?” I rub the hem of my top between my thumb and finger, the soft fabric snagging on a skin tag beside my thumbnail.

Mencoba bangun saja tubuhnya limbung, apalagi harus mengantre bersama pasien yang lain. "Aku temenin." Janu hendak menuntunnya ketika tangannya malah ditepiskan. "Kamu keluar dulu, Mas. Aku nggak tahan cium baunya." Janu tersentak dan membaui tubuhnya sendiri. Lelaki itu merasa aromanya baik-baik saja, tidak busuk atau menyengat seperti bau badan orang lain. Dia bahkan tetap wangi walaupun tidak menggunakan parfum.

so I had no idea that parties could be this loud, crowded, and bottom line -fun. As soon as I neared the place, I could smell her... Intoxicating, sweet, fresh, enticing.- bergamot and fig. It was something unique, something I had never smelled before. She was here, and I... I must be careful, because I don’t want to go back, at least not yet.

How can I not be bitter? I lowered my head and glanced at the bathroom, which seemed ordinary yet somewhat similar to my apartment bathroom. All the designs will be the same, but the difference is that my bathroom will smell strong jasmine, while this bathroom is covered with a strong mint scent. There’s no mistaking it if I’m not in my bathroom but in Eros’s bathroom, which means I’m in this obscure man’s apartment.

I take a deep breath to calm my anger, while I ask him, “Do you catch her scent?” Using his usual sarcastic tone, he answers me, “Do you mean that exquisite scent of chocolate and cinnamon? Believe me, it's hard to forget or miss.” I yelled angrily, “Concentrate!” Anouk answers me, “I'm trying to do that, but it's very difficult for me with you yelling at me!” I snort as I tell him, “Sorry!” Anouk inhales deeply, concentrating on his surroundings. We can clearly distinguish the smell of wet earth that invades our paws. The smell of wet leaves. A breeze from the north hits our nose, bringing with it the soft scent of chocolate and cinnamon.

I let out a deep sigh and fell backwards back on the bed. “Next, name two things you can smell.” Man I wish I could keep my cool like Koa was doing right now. She didn’t seemed phased by any of this, and I wasn’t sure if that was aggravating me more or not. “One, earth. Two, salt water.” “I’m not even going ask. So just name one thing you can taste.” Koa still calm as ever. “I’m not sure what I’m tasting. It almost remind me of a musky smell if that makes any sense.” I run my hands down my face, getting more and more aggravated.

She didn't seem interested in starting a conversation. A scent, delicate as a whisper, began to permeate the air. It was vaguely familiar - a sweet, comforting aroma that brought forth images of bountiful gardens and ripe orchards. I glanced at Mina, but her face showed no change; she was still lost in her thoughts, oblivious to the tantalizing fragrance that was gradually infiltrating the car. I sniffed the air again, trying to identify its source. It wasn't coming from in the car. Where is that smell coming from, I thought. It had a delightful scent of wildflowers and fresh fruit. It reminded me of a summer's day - warm, comforting, and utterly intoxicating.

I asked her, curious to hear her answer, to know how much of my scent she could distinguish. “Hmm… like… something sweet, smoky, spicy, and woody all at once,” she mused, her brow furrowing as she thought about what she’d said. “Bourbon!” she exclaimed. “You smell like bourbon,” she concluded in triumph, then asked, “can you grab me some eggs?”