Fragrant Flower Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Different from the equally sweet scent that wafted across the room now. He couldn't explain why he was longing for her this badly, ever since he had woken up to prepare for the festival. Releasing a soft sigh, he deeply drew in some of the scent in the air. Unbeknownst to him, it was the intoxicating scent of the Flora’yn Bloom. He had actually been affected by the flower, just like Ambrose and his other men. But the effect wasn't obvious, because the only woman he found himself longing for, was Vaelora.

As we walk by the stalls, with Cara telling her jokes and experience of where she has been for the almost a decade, a scent hit my nose. At the instant, I stop in my tracks while Cara stares at me dumbfounded, asking me what's wrong, but all I can focus on is this usually scent, a scent I have never perceived in my entire 700 years of living. The scent composing of hyacinth and Lily, with a mix of freesia, all mixed together in one, creating a strange yet, beautiful and unique scent. What is that? The scent intensifying, making me walk towards it on reflex all while Cara follows after me disturbed. "Alec what's wrong?" Cara asks worriedly but that doesn't stop me from walking towards where i

Adrian asked, raising another candle to his nose. The scent struck his nose and he liked it immediately. "We should go for this one, I like the scent." He informed her and she placed it under her nose and perceived the fragrance. It was just what they needed. "I like it too. Veronica is going to love it," She hummed and chose an extra candle with the same scent. "Let's head to the flower shop, I already have something in mind so that we wouldn't waste time there," She said. As soon as Maria sighted the bouquet of pink carnation, she rushed towards it and held it to her nose, basking in the fragrance and admiring how beautiful it was.

It was challenging for Lola to discover more details from Caesar's clothes, as they were nearly spotless, except for the occasional barely noticeable stains. Caesar's clothes carried only his pheromone scent. Lola closed her eyes, covered her face with his shirt and trousers, and tried to find more information. For example, there was a tiny, almost indistinguishable trace of Mayflower pollen on Caesar's pants hem. The Mayflower, deep blue and cold-resistant with a long blooming period, had once won a horticultural society garden excellence award. Many aristocratic families liked to plant this flower in their homes... But it was June to August, and it was impossible for the flower to bloom at

Nox rolled her eyes at me, "You got it IN the gardon!" "No! I'm saying he should smell like the mark on--Wait, what?!" I gasped in shock. "I smell like your favorite flower?!" That's what Kirsch said. "Lycoris Radiata is red spider lily?!" That's what I said. "And Taran smells like it, too." And that's what Nox said.

It's made to order, and I believe Xavion called them ahead. "Oh, they smell great! Reminds me of spring." I'm not a big fan of the hyacinth scent. It has a robust perfume scent, but the flowers are so beautiful. It's paired with freesia, some wild native flowers and greens, making it sinfully forbidden. The smell lingers profoundly on your nostrils, and you can't help but smile. "Was it back then?" I assume since he didn't respond. He nodded. "I'm glad I could talk about the past now," I continued. And like a child filled with excitement, I followed him again.

He said after we parted from the kiss, and I lowered my head to his hand, where he held a bunch of petunia flowers. “Rowan,” my breath hitched, my eyes widening as I took in the white flowers with purple veins, and I grabbed them greedily. “Oh my. Thank you.” They were beautiful, and I was bringing them to my nose, inhaling deeply. A sweet, kind of fruity scent hit me, and as I inhaled even more, I could only perceive a nutty scent. Rowan watched me with a grin as I practically inhaled the flowers like an addict. “Do you like it?” He asked, his voice sappy, and I raised my head to look at him.

“Hold on. Are we going to discuss how you felt about that smell? That smell came from a zombie!” "You might not have noticed, but the flower by my bedside is actually a very rare plant called 'Dokijuan. Any bad smell around it is absorbed by the flower, which releases a sweet smell instead like a natural perfume. The flower feeds on the bad smell. In general, the stronger the bad smell, the better the perfume released. It's too bad you weren't skilful with your appraisal. Hahaha!” Amy retorted, "No wonder your room smells good to me every time I enter."

A delightful aroma filled her nostrils. "What is that scent? It seems familiar. It's exquisite." At that moment, Bruno removed the blindfold, and she was amazed. There were hundreds of red roses planted, and she noticed the small white flowers planted among them. She approached and realized that the magnificent aroma was coming from them. "Now I remember. They are Trachelospermum jasminoides. How did you find out?" Bruno turned to Sophie, who was smiling. Nicole thanked her with a gesture. She was happy to see it all. Bruno was satisfied.

Ciara asked. "No, thank you," the girl said as she pulled out money from her pocket and placed it on the counter. She then took the pack of cigarettes and headed towards the door. However, just as she approached the exit, she suddenly stopped. Turning her head slightly, she seemed to be sniffing something in the air. Suddenly, the girl looked straight at Ciara and tilted her head, saying, "Your scent is so sweet." Ciara didn't understand what she meant and instinctively raised her shoulder to smell her own body.