Fragrant Flower Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"My work is something a lot of people could use. Even you, Sharon—and this gentleman here—could benefit from it. In fact, he would benefit even more than you would. Why don't you take a guess?" Sharon studied her briefly. "Are you a florist?" Marina looked genuinely shocked. "How did you guess that?" Sharon smiled. "I can smell a faint floral scent on you. It's not perfume or fragrance oil—it's the kind of natural scent only fresh flowers carry. "Yours isn't a single note either; it's rich and layered. You must spend a lot of time around flowers. Also, your nail color looks like it's been tinted by petals. And you still have bits of petals caught in your hair.

She said to Joseph: "Is it possible to add a little more of this flower in the scented bag? I feel it is very fragrant and very suitable to use to calm the spirit." Joseph nodded and smiled. "You found the right kind. Lavender is the key to your aromatic bag. Essential oil Lavender has a slightly sweet, sharp, and herbal floral scent. This fragrance is quite strong, thick and intense, easily recognizable in perfumes. If I remember correctly, you are also using lavender perfume, right?"

The fragrance of the flowers of night bloom filled the crispy forest air. I took a silent walk and continued to think. I couldn't let Zane have my head. I needed answers and I needed them fast. The breeze blew a cocktail of scents into my nostrils and I could have identify them all except one. It had a peculiar smell. It was sweet and delicate and smelled nothing like a flower that I knew.

She seemed to carry the light on her body, making the darkness fade little by little. Oralie entered the cave, she looked left and right, and her eyes stopped at the red flower crawling on the edge of the cave. The flower exudes a gentle, sweet fragrance that lingers at the tip of the nose. The flower stalks are light brown and hairy, and the yellow-green leaves are asymmetrical with smooth edges.

These flowers, delicately attached to pearls for added weight, were tossed into the open windows of the carriage as a symbol of admiration and luck. The oxyplant flowers, known for their luminescent beauty and enchanting fragrance, filled the carriage with a captivating aura. Each blossom boasted an array of vibrant colors, ranging from azure blues to coral pinks, captivating the senses of the princesses. The delicate petals shimmered as they caught the dappled light filtering through the water, casting an ethereal glow within the carriage. The sweet scent of the flowers enveloped Nerissa and Madissa, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and gratitude.

“What scent you thinkin’? Sweet? Earthy? Something that says ‘forgive me’? Or something that says ‘I’m stupidly in love but socially incompetent’?” “Uh,” Voss said, rubbing his neck, “I genuinely have no idea. Pick something for me?” Her eyes sparkled. “Now that’s dangerous trust, honey.” She began sniffing her way through dozens of blossoms, muttering under her breath. “No… too sharp… too bright… too predictable… oh—oh.” She paused, smiling like she’d uncovered treasure. She plucked a dark maroon flower, nearly brown from a vase and held it delicately.

I mean, did you not see how the way he was staring at you yesterday? Leaning my head back and looking up at the ceiling, ‘But, haven’t you noticed that new floral scent on him?’ ‘Huh? What floral scent?’ Sitting up and tilting my head, ’That really strong floral scent! Don’t tell me you couldn’t smell it. It smells like honeysuckle or hibiscus or something else that’s floral and sweet!’

Everything was getting so confusing that Afgan brought his nose up to touch the bed that Adelia was making. Afgan took a deep breath. “What is this smell?” asked Afgan while linking his eyebrows with a look of astonishment. Adelia smiled and replied, “It's called Adelia's flower scent. Have you ever seen an Adelia flower?” Afgan shook his head innocently, and sat down on the soft bed that Adelia had arranged. “The petals are small and often yellow in color. The fragrance is fresh, well ... like this.” Afgan silently added to Adelia's sentence, “Fragrant, like you.”

Elara slowly reached inside the dark paper. She pulled out a single, heavily bruised white lily stem. The flower head had been violently crushed, its white petals torn and smeared with dark red residue. As she lifted the broken stem into the air, a sharp, intoxicating scent wafted through the room. It was not the scent of fresh flowers. It was a thick, heavy, unmistakable fragrance of French amber, crushed orchids, and rare musk—the exact, custom-blended Rouge Vane perfume that Lydia had worn every single day of her adult life.

“If this is another wild goose chase, I swear I will leave the lot of you.” “How many times have you said that? And yet, you always come back to us,” said by the one with blue hair in a lazy tone. “Don’t worry. Because according to the information I found, we’re in the right place.” The gray-haired guy tsked. “And how many times have we encountered trouble because of that information of yours?” “We’re definitely in the right place,” said by another, the one with chestnut brown hair. “Can’t you smell the air? It’s filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers,” he said excitedly to the others.