Kaori Perfume Novels & Stories

He wanted her to be banished instead, but what good would come out of that? At that moment, something sweet filled my nostrils. It was a scent I couldn't describe, it was maddening, intoxicating. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. If I tried to describe it, the closest I could use was the scent of vanilla and cinnamon: my favourite spices. I turned to stare at Kaia. Did the goddess ignore the fact that she was still 19 years old? Kaia remained unbothered, her eyes were fixed to Hope on the block.

joked Tristan, laughing. "Of course not. I even like the citrusy woody scent you're wearing. It must be Christian Dior Eau Sauvage, right?" Sophia guessed so sure. "Jesus. You're absolutely right. That's the perfume brand I always wear. How do you know?" asked Tristan with a look of admiration. "Just so you know. It's one of my favorite perfumes. That's why I can remember what you're wearing." Tristan was still smiling. That look full of admiration did not leave his handsome face in the slightest. Mario, the assistant, knew that Sophia liked this perfume.

How did Theodore know this kind of perfume? "Jessie, come to my office." Alicia called Jessica over the intercom. The young lady came immediately after being called. "Miss Weisberg, what can I do for you?" "Do you know this perfume brand?" Alicia held up Florenc's perfume bottle for Jessica to look at. Oh, is that Florenc?! Of course Jessica immediately recognized it with one glance. It was the precious perfume she bought last week (but now has gone). Where did Alicia get it from? That brand would be clasifed below Alicia's standards,

She stopped when she reached me, keeping a polite distance. “Sorry for the wait,” she said. No trace of apology in her tone. I ignored her words instead taking in a whiff of her scent like a man possessed. I knew that scent. It was one I obsessed over after she left. “You still use it,” I said before I could stop myself. Her brows drew together. “Use what?” “The perfume,” I said quietly. “Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Baccarat Rouge 540. I gifted it to you, remember?"

And then I was enveloped in a scent I thought I would never smell again: Kaya’s perfume, the one she always saved for special occasions. “Kaya?” “Sorry,” she said, stepping out of the bathroom as I pushed through the double doors. “I was looking for shoes and I just couldn’t resist.” She held up the bottle of perfume I had bought her not long after our first date, a blush on her cheeks. “It’s really nice.” “It was your favorite.” “Is it? I guess that’s why I was so drawn to it.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She looked like my Kaya again.

, Edin said looking at her. "You're always welcome", Erica said smiling. "What's the name of your cologne, I really like the scent", she said inhaling the scent. "Oh thanks, it's Black Emotion", he said with pride. "How much does it cost?", she asked again. "100 euro", he said. "That's quite expensive, anyway I will try and get it because I have fallen in love with it", she said laughing. "It's mostly for male while don't you buy Loveliness, it is the cologne Kira likes because I got it for her and I think you will like it too", he said remembering how I thanked him for it.

"Do you like this adorable packing? How can such a beautiful young lady like you not have exclusive taste? You have to be confident since you are such a beauty! Let me tell you a secret. Our perfume has thousands of fragrances and it changes according to your body temperature and mood. As for you, I am sure you can emit the most amazing fragrance. You can either choose a bottle or two, three, or even four bottles of different combinations. It will bring you different surprises and freshness every month. What do you think?" Seeing that the woman seemed to be a little persuaded, Rose pointed to the four beautiful bottles of different colors in the transparent box. "The scent of this perfume is

I gently pat her head as though she were a wonderful being. As I read the letter that Casimir gave me, Linia left right away. I close my eyes, yet I still sense the aroma of this letter. It is powerful and seductive, yet hazardous. Acacia, a limited-edition perfume used in the imperial member's home, has only one scent: a minty woodland aroma. It costs close to 500,000 gold pieces.

It’s that red silk lingerie set Cairo bought for me last week that I’ve been dying to wear in front of him. The silk is so ridiculously soft it spills through my fingers like water. I crumple the tiny lace pieces into a small bundle and stuff them deep into the bottom of my purse. Then I grab my perfume bottle, Scandal by Jean Paul Gaultier, and spray it all over my neck and wrists. I turn back to Pippa at the door and blow her a dramatic kiss. Pippa pretends to catch it. “I wish you a beautiful baby in your belly by the time you come back to this apartment.”

Then I drop to her heels. Yup. Loub**tins. I knew that click belonged to royalty. Blood-red soles, at least four inches, speaking pure silent dominance. As she nears, her perfume hits me. Damn. That’s Mais*n Franc*s Kurkd*ian. It's probably Bacc*rat R*uge 540. It's giving the scent of women who never sweat and always get their way. I blink. Well, shit. She’s in front of me now, smiling — full teeth, perfect white dentures like she flosses with silk thread and rare water.