Fragrant Flower Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“You want to ask me about bread? Now?” “There’s a flower in it.” His grip on my waist tightens slightly, just enough that I can feel it through the layers of my dress. “I have to know what it is.” “Sweetcress,” I answer. “But why?” He dips me low and whispers in my ear, “Because you smell just like it.” My heart leaps into my throat as he pulls me up again. “You taste like that drink.” He smiles. “Is that why you looked at me?”

So, I came down to explore, and it didn't disappoint me. Even though Julian didn't want me to leave the room, I couldn't stay indoors all day. Different flower fragrances almost surrounded me the moment I reached the shop, and the one that got to me the most was the rose flower. White rose, to be precise. It was so beautiful that I had the urge to purchase as many as I could and use them to decorate my room. But I wasn't even close to home, and I didn't know the distance from this pack house to my house, So there was a possibility of it dying before I got to my house.

The scent of flowers greeted me as soon as I stepped inside, fresh, sweet, mixed with the faint scent of damp earth. The wooden shelves were neatly lined up. Roses in deep red, white, and yellow were on display. There were fragrant lilies, chrysanthemums, carnations, and in the corner of the room was a row of small pots of sunflowers. Their petals opened wide, as if smiling in response to the light falling on them.

She was hiding from the world. As the day wore on, Lyra began to notice something else. A scent. It was faint, almost imperceptible beneath the stench of stale ale and boiled grease, but it was there. A sweet, cloying, slightly floral scent that clung to Flora’s clothes like a shroud. It was not the scent of lavender and rain. This was something else. Something… wrong. Lyra’s hunter’s instincts went on high alert. It was the scent of a lie, a deception. It was the scent of a poison.

He jabbed the lobby button and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Thank you. It's Mon Paris by Yves Saint Laurent. It's made from an exotic white flower called datura. I found that fascinating." Amused, he stared at the numbers overhead. "You picked a fragrance based on its ingredients?" "Well, that and it smelled great." From his side, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "And the bottle is pretty." A surprise laugh huffed from his chest. He'd do well to stay alert in her presence.

She snorted. "Wait here." She said before scurrying off to retrieve a flower. Moments later she came back with a wide grin spread across her lips. "What are these called?" She retrieved flowers from behind her. It had yellow disk florets at the middle surrounded by white delicate petals and a contrasting glossy like a green leaf hanging from the tiny stem. "That's a Lilly." He replied enthusiastically. Aurora shook her head and said. "Tell me Fredrigo, why are you here? And don't lie about it."

It was a carefully selected arrangement—lilies in full bloom, vibrant lilacs, and a touch of night-blooming jasmine. Their fragrance filled the air, seemingly the perfect gift for a recovering patient.

"Here, for you. I hope you like it." "Thank you, my Lord." I said, then took the flower from him. Wait! Is this Aria? My eyes widen in shock. Wow! I smiled when I smelled the flower. It's really Aria! It really smells great! One of the sweetest flowers in the world. Once you take a sniff you will really find and find its smell. Haaaaah. The smell is great. This is one of the famous flowers in this world. To be able to get this one, must be really hard and expensive.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of roses and other delicate flowers, and the sound of water flowing from the fountains added to the tranquil atmosphere of the place. "Your mother was a scent hunter, I presume," I murmured thoughtfully, more like a reflection than a question. He looked at me, stunned. "How do you know that?" "Your choice of flowers. Roses attract a very particular sect of wolves. They are known for their affinity with scents but also for the softness of their hearts."

Chelsea asked. Jaycee looked at her thoughtfully. After a long time, Jaycee said, "Yes." The wind blew, and a faint fragrance spread. Jaycee frowned. "This fragrance is so strange." "It's datura." Chelsea looked at the flowers on the balcony and said in a low voice, "It's not good to smell too much." The same went for this restaurant. They actually put these flowers on the balcony. Weren't they afraid of customers eating them by mistake? "You know a lot about flowers. You can tell what they are with just a glance."