Fragrant Flower Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

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.

Lan sighed, and took Gu's mother's shoulder and patted it gently, advising, "Xinlan, you have to take care of your health, the second young man is still waiting for us to save him, you can't collapse first ah!" The police officer on the side said, "The paper used by the kidnappers to write the ransom letter, it's impossible to purposely choose the floral scent type, how did the floral scent run up there? Mrs. Lan, are you sure? Can you smell it again, what kind of floral scent is it?" Mother Gu heard this and looked at Mrs. Lan with teary eyes, "Yes, doesn't your husband run a perfume company? You're sensitive to all kinds of scents, maybe this is a clue!"

I am indeed picky on this kinds of things because I have a sensitive smell so I had to be really careful in choosing a perfume and scent on my bath. Wondering what kind of flower is it, I asked the maid behind me about it "What kind of flower is it?" "Your highness it is a rare flower that is blooming every spring on the north part of the empire. It is named Parolixian and was sent by count Toledis yesterday as a congratulatory gift for your debutante" She said "It is rare indeed and I haven't heard a flower named like that" I said with suspicion. I can't help it because after scanning almost all books in the royal library that was located at the center palace, I haven't encountered a name o

I came running. "Is everything all right?" I asked. Kristof smiled in his seductive way and crooked his index finger. I walked right up to him, smiling back at him, "You called?" Kristof grabbed me and sunk his nose into my neck, breathing in my natural scent. He said I smell of sweet blossoms. It was a sweet scent that only I, his mate had. His was the smell of grass after the rain. I had looked on the internet to find out that the scent was called petrichor. What a nerd I was.

Ben smiled. “Oh… I get it…. It starts with B” Sarah smiled and pouted “Stupid people, they must have forgotten our letter.” “No… yours is accurate. Its Fuchsia flower, starts with F.” Ed corrected but looked suspiciously “How did you figure your clue if you didn’t know that?” “Sarah liked it and I got it” Frank shrugged indifferently, to him nothing else mattered. Lara and Dana giggled; Sarah smiled bashfully. “I am going to have my two cents worth with that Bastard Harry.” Lara feigned anger.

The evening traffic was heavier than usual, but Nathan's mind was already racing ahead to Lilian’s office, imagining the moment he would finally see her. Halfway through the drive, he spotted a flower shop on the corner, its soft yellow lights glowing in the fading daylight. Impulsively, he pulled over, parking hastily before stepping out into the cool breeze. An older woman behind the counter smiled warmly. "Looking for something special, sir?" she asked. Nathan nodded. “I need a bouquet... something elegant but with a scent that stands out.” The woman’s eyes twinkled as she moved gracefully behind the counter. "How about these? Lavender and gardenia. It's a beautiful combination, and the s

he yelled at me. At that moment, a floral scent with hints of citrus and honey filled my nostrils—it was fresh and sweet. So lovely. I closed my eyes, filling my lungs with the beautiful scent, trying to decipher it. It stirred something within me, yet left my knees weak. It was so sweet that I could almost taste it on my tongue. "Orange blossoms," I muttered, taking another breath. "I know this scent..." The aroma wrapped around me like a warm embrace, distracting me from the chaos of the moment.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

He knew a masterpiece was about to be born. Camille closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all of Paris into her chest. The fragrance of Champs-Élysées at sunset... the elegant scent of Damask roses from the flower shop nearby, the sweet, tempting aroma of macarons from the famous Ladurée, mixed with a touch of luxurious face powder from the chic Parisian ladies. But... something was still missing. There was a mysterious piece, an elusive fragment needed to complete this olfactory painting.

RACHEL Clara stopped in her tracks, her brows furrowed and her eyes wide. She looked startled, yet confused. Likewise, Ruby. The scream from me must have done that, but it was necessary. My heart pounded as I stared at the single Freesia flower both held in her hand, my skin tingling and my throat already closing up. I could smell the sweet citrusy fragrance from here. The fragrance was anything but lovely to me. I shut my eyes, swallowing back the lump in my throat.