Novel & Cerita Imposter Cologne

It was a weird sort of déj¨¤ vu. Emma stood at his sink, studying the brands of the various objects displayed on the countertop and inside his medicine cabinet. He used Crest as his toothpaste, Listerine for his mouthwash. His cologne was a glamorous sounding Tom Ford brand, his deodorant a mundane stick of Degree. He and Steve used the same shave cream, but he used disposables where Steve had always insisted on a refillable type of razor.

Upon hearing this, Estelle was slightly taken aback, and then she remarked, “I recall that you never used to wear perfume. Why the sudden change? Is it because of Miss Wilson?” Estelle still recalled the memories of encountering Cristofer in the wedding dress store, where she smelled the scent of cologne, which nearly caused her to mistake him for Mr. Mysterious. Reflecting on this, a hint of guilt crept into her emotions. She clearly declared before that she could identify Mr. Mysterious regardless of the circumstances. However, she almost confused another man for him due to the familiar fragrance of the cologne. “Recently, I’ve been grappling with insomnia, and occasionally I’d smoke durin

Lorenzo Machado. He closes the door behind him. Click. Same shirt as mine tight on his chest. Loose trousers, hands in pocket. Tattoo wrappers his forearms and neck, inked in anchors, numbers, symbols, crosses —--- artistic and perfect against his olive skin. And his cologne —-- tobacco, leather, spicy and something fresh. Joop! Homme? With a touch of Pico Rannane? I know men's cologne —-- and that scent is illegal. “He stepped forward. I stepped back.”

Ren prompted when I failed to answer his question. "Y-yes, they are right there at the bottom," I stammered while pointing a shaky finger at the paper. He leaned closer to read the small print, and his solid chest was only inches away from my arm. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the intense attraction made me feel sick with guilt. How could my terrifying new boss smell exactly like my missing one-night stand? My brain scrambled to find a logical explanation for the impossible similarity. Millions of wealthy men wore pine-scented cologne in this city, and it was probably just a popular luxury brand.

“Whatever boosts your ego.” He stopped inches away from me, his gaze sweeping over me before settling on my lips and then my eyes. “What if I prove it?” He was so close I could smell his cologne. It was the same as it was four years ago - a crisp mix of pink and masculine musk with a sprinkle of tangerine. It was my favorite scent in the world, sticking to my nose for the last four years.

He asked searching my face, concern etched on his face but that did nothing to make me stay for another round of awkward conversations “I'm good” I said with a note of finality making my way to the door but not before gathering my stuffs “Well, considering that fall I was thinking you were far from okay but you seem to deem yourself okay” He rasped walking up to me as I perceived a strawberry like cologne Seriously?! How many more mouthwatering cologne did this man use??? My face flushed even more (If that was possible) as I realized that he witnessed my embarrassing fall “How long have you been standing there” I demanded, trying to employ a cold steel-like voice.

At that moment, someone suddenly shouted, "It really is her! I knew that she looked familiar for a reason! I've seen her on a magazine cover before!" "I wanted to bring that up too! She's the CEO and the head designer of Kleinoir!" Charles' cheeks flared brightly in return. He stammered, "I… I bought this suit!" But Mom just let out a disgusted chuckle. "You bought it? I still have the sketches I drew for Pierce's suit, you know! In fact, his name is sewn into the collar! You really are a seasoned liar, aren't you?" Poor Charles could only duck behind Wendy.

He did promise he'd lock me away— Unexpectedly, a whiff of his cologne grazed my nose. That's not Jerry! My saviour's fragrance was sophisticated, a spicy musk with hints of cinnamon mixed with sensual amber. It's a familiar smell, but for the life of me, I can't place a face to it; it's as though there was a missing ingredient. Thank the heavens! I hope I wake up soon, or at least my ears pop open so that I can hear who this man is.

All food. We were currently standing in line for the Pirates of the Caribbean when I got a wiff of the most amazing colgne I'd ever smelled. Holy shit it smelled amazing! It was like a colgne with hints of musky cedarwood and maybe bergamot. Maybe. Earthy. God it smelled good. The creeper side of me wanted to know what it was so I could buy some and spray it on my pillow! I caught myself looking around, and stopped before someone saw me being a total creeper. Not that many would notice me and a whopping 5'6.