Imposter Cologne Novels & Stories

But right now, he was also my ticket inside. I stopped in front of him, close enough that I could smell his cologne—something expensive and masculine that probably had a name like "Midnight" or "Temptation"—and tried to channel every movie I'd ever seen where the heroine got what she wanted through sheer force of charm.

I froze, closing the bottle almost immediately as suspiciously sweet and out-of-place floral notes reached me. My instincts and knowledge of herbology told me there was more to this cologne than meets the eye. “Have you used this cologne recently?” I inquired. Alpha Marcus blinked, somewhat disoriented, before confirming my suspicions, “Oh, yes. It’s quite addictive. I use it in the mornings, but then often add a dab in the afternoon, or before dinner.” I quickly mixed up a temporary remedy before subtly collecting a small sample of the cologne while Elena kept Marcus's attention diverted.

That ancient legend sum up the love experiences of the young Kora, who, unlike Calypso, let men fall in love with her without ever getting into the 'trap' of love relationships. During the exhibition day and the fashion shows on the long catwalks, the two scents of the Animosity brand attracted critics' attention, whose majority had decided by common accord to give visibility to that newborn brand and support it next to the 'bigs' of the sector. It was about 6:30 pm when Naseefa and her boss entered the third and final room, ready to have fun and enjoy that glorious day, hoping that it was only the first of many other such important.

He wore an oxford leather shoe, and a Rolex on his wrist. Nate brought his Clive Christian and Creed Aventus Cologne. "I think the Creed Aventus is best for today." she said, spraying it on him. it filled the room with apple, pineapple, and a note of black current fragrance. Carl inhaled sharply. Everything about him smelt like wealth. He had this masculine and dominating aura. Carl's presence was feared by most people, including Nate, who was still not comfortable around him, no matter how friendly he tried to be. He stared at his reflection on the mirror, proud of what he saw, he put on a bright smile, and asked "Do you think I won't end up scaring her away? She may not even like me."

"Am the only one that drives a Bugatti Chiron Pur Sport in this company Persefoni and its too early to have a visitor in the building so am going to ask you for the last time, how did you know I was here?" She bit her lips "when I walked in here, I perceived your cologne so I knew you were in the office" she looked at me through her lashes "am sorry I lied, I just thought it will be kind of embarrassing to say I can already identity your cologne in the air" I was already tired of questioning her and tired of her lying to me, so I didn't correct her that I didn't apply any cologne because I was allergic to them. Whatever she said she perceived was definitely not mine so I switched to business

Chloe inquired, entering the room with our roommates behind her. Trailing, I replied, "Oh... yes... it is," grasping the bottle of the cheap perfume between my hands. "Is that from Vinsace?" another female colleague asked. "I don't think so," Ms. Hark scoffed. "Vinsace would never sell such a cheap scent." "Right, it's... just a similar scent from a cheaper brand," I confessed, my voice trembling. "A knock-off?" Ms. Hark sneered. "I like the scent, though," Chloe said, smiling as she sat beside me, trying to sniff my perfume. "No wonder you always smell nice."

Don’t—* A laugh ricocheted off the trophy case ahead. Freddy. Freddy’s cologne hit first—Axe body spray and Juul mint, a chemical fog that reeked of desperation and dollar-store masculinity. *Who decided Axe should be the official cologne of every guy who peaked in high school?*

He said with a little smile plastered on his face. My honey brown eyes pierced into his forest green beautiful eyes. It was hard to pretend like I didn't understand what he was talking about. "I don't want to know yet." I muttered. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards, turning his smile into a bigger one. His hand left my waist, even though I wanted it to be there forever. His hold on my waist screamed "possessive". I also loved the way we were close to each other. I could smell his familiar cologne. He smelt of bergamot, lemon and blackcurrant. The addition of oakmoss and ambrette seed gives his cologne a rich, sexy foundation that seems to melt into the skin.

After drinking a few sips of his coffee, he headed out. While sweeping up the incense ash on the floor, I absent-mindedly looked toward the door, feeling like I'd forgotten something important. Meat. Right! Where had the pork come from? I clenched my fists as I walked to the refrigerator. The old fridge door squeaked loudly as it opened, and a wave of rotting stench hit me. The small fridge was stuffed with decaying meat. The chunks were crammed tightly together, emitting a foul smell akin to dead rats. Every now and then, sticky globs of blood dripped to the floor, and white maggots crawled along the veins of the flesh.

"The one where you look like you have a conscience." A silence stretched between them. Long enough that she wondered if she'd miscalculated. Then he laughed, genuine, briefly unguarded, a small sound he seemed surprised to find himself making. "You think I don't?" "I think you buried whatever it was. A long time ago." He pushed off the column and stepped closer. Close enough that she had to tilt her chin up to hold his eyes, which she suspected was intentional. He smelled like cedar and something underneath the cedar, something warmer, and she noted it with the specific neutrality of someone cataloguing a threat.