Memoir Man By Amouage Novels & Stories

She moved closer to Scarlett again, who backed up until she hit the counter. "Cologne," Sophie continued, her voice taking on the dreamy quality of someone lost in sensory memory. "Very expensive cologne. Something with bergamot and cedar, with base notes of sandalwood and just a whisper of tobacco. The kind of scent worn by men who understand that true luxury is in the details." Scarlett's face had gone from red to pale in the space of seconds.

~ Amara ~ The boutique smelled of lilies and expensive floor wax. It was a scent that usually made me feel like I was intruding on someone else’s life. Today, it felt like a cage. Selene had practically dragged me here, her hand firm on my elbow as she guided me through the glass doors of 'L’Étoile'. She claimed it was for the Moore Family Foundation Gala, an event where my appearance was apparently a matter of national security.

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.

Nothing but benevolence came from the mirror and its image. Sitting sideways on to Josie, the mirror-woman patted her abundant red hair, tweaking the frothy curls at the front into shape. She bit her lips to make them full and red, then picked up a cut-glass scent bottle. Removing the stopper, she used it to apply perfume to her pulse points — behind her ears, in the crook of her elbow, on the insides of her wrists. Josie smelled the lavender - and heliotrope notes of ‘Jicky’, her own favourite classic French perfume. With a mischievous smile the mirror-woman shrugged off the robe and applied a dab of perfume between her breasts.

I thought I looked almost like a vampire. . After taking care of my skin, I decided to put on some gel on to set my hair. I certainly did not want some gust of wind, or whatever, wrecking my hairstyle. I combed it the way I have always did everyday. I also put my personal favorite perfume, which I bought in Italy, on my neck and both my wrists. The brand was written on the perfume bottle, on it was written "Aurmany". The aroma has a very strong tinge of wood. It has the main accords of mostly amber and vanilla, as well. The ingredients consist of cardamom in the top notes, lavender and orange blossom in the middle notes, and lastly amber and leather as the base notes.

she demanded. Ren handed it, but not without showing that he’s sulking. He busied himself with phone while Mizuki nags about the clothes he put. “I’m a businesswoman. I travel a lot. I know what exactly to bring and to not take a long time in line.” she babbled. ___ “Don’t you ever get, um, I don’t know, maybe discouraged because you started kinda too late?” One day one of his friends from ballet class asked him. Van gave it a long thoughtful moment.

I was sure that the jewels worth a million, million was an understatement, it's billions "I am Smith. Where is my order?" He stood in front of the amazed lady. "Uh... Uh... I will get it for you, sir," the lady stuttered, I think she's not believing what she she has saw. I roamed my eyes and I saw a very beautiful necklace. It looks like a replica of the necklace he made broken. The necklace was with me since then, but I didn't know where that necklace came from since my memories from the past were gone.

Once again gave out a nervous, dry laugh, but whatever reaction she saw on my face,made her lips. I grabbed the edge of the table leaning towards her. It's without mistake an unique aroma, whatever she is wearing, I have never smelt anything like this, not something up in the market, not part of her little collection in Sorbiquet. I have tried each one of them. This scent is like freshly dried clothes under sunshine, an earthy aroma with a hint of mild floral touch. Absolutely subtle, warm and alluring. The scent which I desire to capture and keep with myself.

I wiped my face with the heel of my hand, padded barefoot across the floor, and opened the door. That cologne hit me first, before I even fully focused. Rich Arabian chocolate musk threaded through with clean cedar and something underneath both of those things that didn't have a name, that had only ever been Lucien. It filled my lungs before I could brace myself, and my knees went genuinely, embarrassingly soft. I looked up.

She closed the drawer carefully and pulled at the bottom drawer, which was much deeper than the others. For a moment Millie had no idea what the drawer contained, it was full of black boxes of all different sizes and all wrapped in cellophane straight from the shop. On the top of each box was the legend 'L'Amore' in raised silver script. Was this perfume of some description? It wasn't his cologne, those bottles were all lined up in the bathroom.