Blushed Perfume Novels & Stories

Krystalina~ A white polka-dot blazer, a plain white corset underneath, and white flared trousers paired with bright red stilettos, with M·A·C ruby-red lipstick coating my lips. I smacked my lips together and put the lipstick into my red YSL bag for touch-ups, just in case. I grabbed my Hooker Rose perfume and sprayed it on the sensitive spot on my neck and on my wrists. That’s it. It has been my most-complimented perfume, created by my abuela, who sends it to me in bulk every six months.

“Why? Do you have the intention to lose it? After the party you’d have to go back here to return everything!” But, can he also bring back the virginity of my eyebrows? To my horror, it wasn’t only the pin but a set! Earrings, necklaces, a bracelet, and a ring. They looked minimalistic but very elegant...How much did all that cost? To finish the look, he sprayed me with a perfume as if I was a fly. I don’t use scents! What the heck. “Oh, are you complaining?” he arched his brows, “Do you know what brand this perfume is? It’s GIVENCHY!”

The content of the first box made me gasp, and the second had me fanning myself because the room suddenly got hot seeing those presents. The first box contained a backless lavender dress, with a slit that stopped right at my thigh. The second box contained black Saint Laurent heels and a purse to match. The content of the last box was a beauty to behold. It was the latest edition of the Bulgari necklace. I was gobsmacked by this gift.

I swallowed hard and opened the drawer beneath my mirror. Dozens of perfume bottles glittered under the light, a mosaic of glass and silver. My fingers brushed over them absently…rose, sandalwood, vanilla—until I stopped. There it was.A black crystal bottle, sleek and sharp-edged. Velour d’Ombre. The one he had given me. I lifted it slowly, fingers trembling just a little. The scent still lingered even before I opened it, a blend of smoke and shadow, with something faintly floral hidden underneath. It was expensive, rare, and devastatingly intoxicating. Just like him.

“They’re quite stunning, don’t you think?” I nodded, unable to speak. Then he withdrew his hand. “Well, thank you,” I started to say. But I was cut off by a large gust of wind. It blew across us, rusting leaves and garbage at our feet. That’s when I smelled it. His cologne. I inhaled it deeply. “Your cologne,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. “Is that… Sicilian orange blossom with a hint of white moss?” As soon as I said it, my cheeks burned red with humiliation. I felt like an idiot. I mean, who comments on someone’s cologne like that?

"Not as Alexander's pitiful abandoned Luna." She thought silently for a moment, quietly returning the other clothes to their places, her expression becoming unusually grave and serious. "Alright, then we'll choose this one." Next came the perfume selection. Ruby brought over an exquisite velvet tray with five different perfumes neatly arranged. I walked over and directly picked up the bottle with the purple label—Nocturne. This was a unique fragrance I had personally designed, featuring wild iris and white pepper as the main notes, with a subtle hint of smokiness at the base.

Bree chose a powder blue cashmere sweater with wide-leg white trousers and silver accessories that made her look like she belonged in a lifestyle magazine. For perfume, we found a collection that would make Sephora jealous. I chose Byredo Bal d'Afrique, bright and sophisticated with notes of African marigold and Moroccan cedarwood. Bree went for Le Labo Santal 33, that cult favourite that smelled like expensive leather and sandalwood. We looked at ourselves in the full-length mirror and barely recognised the polished women staring back. "Damn, we clean up nice," Bree said with a grin. "We really do."

I couldn’t help how I was; I blushed easily, I got flustered and nervous easily, and he had this intimating and overwhelming aura around him, I couldn’t help but be timid when I was in his presence. I could almost imagine what I had looked like; the skinny and pale waitress with ginger hair and green eyes who blushed literally all the time. His smile grew as he stared at me a moment longer without speaking, and my blush intensified. Finally he spoke: “I like your eyes”. He said. And before I could stop myself, I said: “I like your perfume”. There was this….fragrance that always came with him, something caught between sandalwood and musk, and probably something else, it was….sensual.

Lalisa chuckled at herself, taking unsteady steps along the sidewalk. Suddenly, she turned around. To her right, there was a massive advertising display area with blindingly bright lights. On the billboard was an image of a perfume brand, the latest product released by the Sherwood conglomerate. Lalisa blinked in confusion as she looked at it. It looked similar to the perfume that Jayce Sherwood had recommended to her, claiming it suited her perfectly. On the advertising billboard, the perfume bottle was even taller than her, exquisitely designed with an angelic shape. The bottle’s mouth resembled that of a tiny angel, with two hands forming the shape of a heart. The bottle was filled with a

"Do you like this adorable packing? How can such a beautiful young lady like you not have exclusive taste? You have to be confident since you are such a beauty! Let me tell you a secret. Our perfume has thousands of fragrances and it changes according to your body temperature and mood. As for you, I am sure you can emit the most amazing fragrance. You can either choose a bottle or two, three, or even four bottles of different combinations. It will bring you different surprises and freshness every month. What do you think?" Seeing that the woman seemed to be a little persuaded, Rose pointed to the four beautiful bottles of different colors in the transparent box. "The scent of this perfume is