Fragrant Tree Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Thankfully the discreet up-lighters in each corner of the room brighten up what would otherwise feel like very dreary surroundings, despite the aromatic flora scenting the air. “Thank you,” I respond. “Though, of course, I didn’t know anything about this little surprise. Taylor and my mum cooked up this one all on their own.” I watch as Genevieve nods slightly, the knowing look on her face giving me the impression that she might have been in on the surprise as well. “Though maybe they had a little help?” I ask arching my eyebrow questioningly as suddenly I am flooded with the memory of standing in Genevieve’s orangery surrounded by an altogether too familiar smell. “The frangipani tree,” I g

Zerena's P.O.V. It took me a while to find a shadow that led to the right kingdom. Eventually I found one at the base of a tree that looked like it was open in the center with a large tunnel inside of it. We emerged in front of it and I could smell a sweet maple scent coming from it. I thought it smelled nice and comforting. "God, what is that terrible smell?" Emerson wrinkled his nose stepping away from the tree. "It doesn't smell bad to me." Tally furrowed her brow at him.

A rush of energy filled my hand, and in my mind’s eye, I saw a woman wearing a pink cloak the same color as the tree itself, walking around these woods, looking for something. I didn’t have to see her face to know who it was, who it had to be. It was Francis Flamingo, who had claimed to know nothing about how the other trees had gotten to be this shade, but that clearly wasn’t true. Francis Flamingo was up to something, and whatever that something was, it wasn’t good.

Derren said, squinting his eyes. “Let me take a look,” Maria said. Derren handed the dagger over to her, and she sniffed its handle. Her eyes widened the moment the scent went up her nose. “This is from a forest right here in Mystic Meadow. The same forest we met. The tree this wood is derived from is a special tree among a few others that gives off a very pleasant scent every time it's scratched. The scent never dies, no matter how dried up the wood is,” Maria said.

Being this close, I can’t help but notice the unique scent that clings to her, a personal fragrance that’s unmistakably hers. The smell of her shampoo is rich and enticing, a delightful blend of sweet vanilla and exotic pomegranate, intertwined with a subtle undertone of the alcohol from the night’s festivities. It’s a striking combination, leaving a lingering impression in my senses.

But then I started wondering if she isn’t trying to find a way to heal Orsa so she can have her own cub. We make our way through the forest of Araphyra. Near the border, where WoodLily connects to Araphyra, I hear a rustling in the trees and smell a scent I’m unfamiliar with. It’s a wild scent, but also clean and fresh. It’s a strange combination, like sunshine on a blustery day. I stop and both Tanya and Queen Lily stop too. “What is it, Hope?” Lily asks. “I smell something.” Lily’s eyes turn gold as Hera, her wolf, pushes forward.

I kneeled in front of the tree by myself, listening to the sound of my heart hammering against my ribcage. The concoction I drank had heightened my senses. I could smell a sweet fragrance wafting from the divine tree. It smelled like the bradford pear trees that lined the entrance of the village. I wasn't sure how far David and the others had gone, but I could feel multiple sets of greedy eyes staring at me, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

I ran past a few smaller trees, quickly rubbing my sweaty hands on the trunks, to confuse Drake on where I was and maybe give us all more time to hide. I then spotted a cluster of tall trees and rocks, I quickly clawed and ran up one… knowing that I could jump from one tree to the next if he scented me in the one I was now hiding in and work my way down to the rocks and keep myself low and hidden. Best of all, these trees were English Walnuts, they were thick and bushy, and they had such a strong fresh smell that, would be great for masking my wolf scent…. My dad taught me that.

The car accident a year ago had stolen her sense of smell, as if a painter had been deprived of light, or a singer silenced in the midst of an unfinished symphony. On the table, a glossy magazine featured a glamorous model with golden hair, dressed in a seductive black cocktail dress, inhaling the fragrance from an intricately designed crescent-shaped perfume bottle. La Nuit Blanche – White Night. The latest fragrance from Les Parfums de Marie was taking the market by storm this spring.

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.