Blue Lightning Bolt Cologne Novels & Stories

The drive to the Italian restaurant was quite enjoyable. His cologne was intoxicating and swirling around me. The smell of his cologne was all over the car making it hard to think. As his scent filled the air I couldn't help but inhale deeply. The deep breaths were bringing back memories. The cologne he was wearing was one of my favorites but if I were being honest I’d never actually smelled it on anyone before. The first time I had smelled that cologne I was at Macy’s shopping for Bryce. At that time I had no clue what to get him as he had more than enough money to buy himself whatever he wanted.

“Baby, I can’t wait anymore. If I do, I may explode in my pants. After all, you have no idea what you do to me just by being in the same room.” He whispers in my ear while fumbling with the top buttons on my silk blouse. While I run my hands through his tangled hair, I feel his hands slip under my blouse. Smelling the scent of his skin, I take in a deep breath right before he pulls it over my head. As I do, I get a whiff of Cinnamon and Spice Cologne. It’s amazing, but it fuels my desire even more than I thought possible.

She began to sniff bottles. Which one to choose? A large red bottle on which appeared: Use only in an emergency! The young woman hesitated. Dubitative, she turned her gaze to the left and came across another interesting one. Eau de Cologne, this precious help that will free you from any grief. Judith smiled. There was undoubtedly a faint fragrance of richness in the Cologne, and Judith liked it. She felt reassured and safe. It didn't feel like Judith was leaving her childhood. She did not dread the end of the month because Grandma Jocelyne was always well equipped with colorful banknotes. Powerful weapons that Judith loved to use to fulfill her wish list.

, Edin said looking at her. "You're always welcome", Erica said smiling. "What's the name of your cologne, I really like the scent", she said inhaling the scent. "Oh thanks, it's Black Emotion", he said with pride. "How much does it cost?", she asked again. "100 euro", he said. "That's quite expensive, anyway I will try and get it because I have fallen in love with it", she said laughing. "It's mostly for male while don't you buy Loveliness, it is the cologne Kira likes because I got it for her and I think you will like it too", he said remembering how I thanked him for it.

Violet "They have several limited editions each season," Elijah held the bottle and continued. "That bottle looks like it might be from the Signature collection actually, not Private Blend. The bottle shape is different. Still excellent perfume, just a different line with a more accessible price point." Madison was squinting at her bottle now, trying to read the small print. "You know," Nate said, his voice getting louder, more insistent, "not everyone can spend their entire life memorizing luxury brand catalogs. Some of us actually have real work to do instead of just shopping."

We were almost on a par with our shoulders, a few centimeters separated us, making me recognize her colony; a very expensive one: Clive Christian #1 , which cost about two thousand three hundred and fifty dollars. Yep , that man certainly didn't mind spending money on expensive cologne. He was the third guy she'd met who carried that scent, yet unlike the others, it wasn't cloying on him. That woody touch was exquisite and very intoxicating. He could even tell that the smell of cigarettes made up a masculine mix that he had never felt. He looked at me for a few more seconds, until he promised, "It's the last one." Bradley took a long drag on his cigar.

Lorenzo Machado. He closes the door behind him. Click. Same shirt as mine tight on his chest. Loose trousers, hands in pocket. Tattoo wrappers his forearms and neck, inked in anchors, numbers, symbols, crosses —--- artistic and perfect against his olive skin. And his cologne —-- tobacco, leather, spicy and something fresh. Joop! Homme? With a touch of Pico Rannane? I know men's cologne —-- and that scent is illegal. “He stepped forward. I stepped back.”

But he tried very hard to concentrate until he could sniff out the faint scent of El Grey beneath the thick disturbing mist of smoking cigarettes and of course, the damp room. El Grey. It was vaguely familiar. He concentrated on the scent and tried to link it to the memories he could dredge up. Sophie. She was the first thing that came to mind. She had gifted him the cologne, but he remembered he hadn't opened it until the night of his bachelor's party. He had forgotten to pack his other favorite brand. He remembered leaving the party early. Some drunk annoying dude had splashed a cocktail on his shirt without apology.

Raven leaned back, crossed his legs, and took a sip from his glass. Azzmi couldn’t believe he’d messed with her like that. With a huff, she looked out the window, watching as the various buildings came into view as they moved along the road. She even spotted some billboards of Raven. Most of them were for businesses he’d already established, but one in particular caught her attention, one for a men’s cologne that had yet to be launched. Raven was the face of the brand, and as the billboard passed by, Azzmi couldn’t help but turn her head to keep looking at it.

Without it, I wouldn’t have had a chance of presenting anything half-decent. “Sports drinks should always be done in bright colours. We know this because 85% of the customer market associates brighter colours with energy and strength. However, yellow and orange are very much associated with Lucozade, and we wouldn’t want Blast to look like its poor younger sibling…” I was grateful for the few genuine smiles I got from this comment. There was nothing worse than a joke going sour in a pitch. “However, neon colours, specifically done in a more 80’s retro style has not yet been done.”