Memoir Man By Amouage Novels & Stories

She knew she had to reconnect with this perfume to permanently forget its taste. Her gaze had first landed on a Chanel by reminiscence. She opened the bottle, and immediately a charming scent spread under her amused nostrils. She savored the moment, looked at herself in the mirror, and found herself almost attractive. A bald man tapped her on the shoulder, but Judith was so frightened, she jumped, and the bottle slipped from her hands. Without worrying about its fate, she grabbed another one, she would read Eau de Cologne. She sprayed some over herself, even if it meant emptying it all. Judith seduced smirked at each drop that touched her skin.

As the early morning birds sings,and I enjoy the melody, Maryam reached out toward the curtain and drew it aside in one strong motion. The light flooded in, bathing me in it's warm golds, revealing to me the colours it had brought to the world beyond my window pane, followed by the musty smell of old furniture. "Gawd?"I said, really trying to avoid the smell. "Good morning Mr Rolland"she said with a little bit of caution in her voice.

I whined, gripping his hand with a pleading look on my face " I won't, I love you too more than you think. I don't feel like forgiving myself that easily so what can I do to make it up to you?" He said softly with a little warm smile " Give me your perfume." I said, smiling with my big puppy eyes " Ohh Peter, I wear many different perfumes. so you should specify, I wear CREED AVENTUS, Tobacco Oud by Tom Ford, Acqua Di Gio by Giorgio Armani, Savage and Hugo for Men by Hugo Boss." I counted

I just had to. It had been weeks since I dumped the perfume in an old shoebox, and I had completely forgotten about it, but now, something pulled me toward it. I got the box out and took it back into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and slowly opened it. It was still there, in its fancy packaging with “Scarlet woman” written boldly on it. I hadn’t imagined the whole thing, it had actually happened. My shaky hands brought out the bottle from its packaging, and a sad smile graced my lips as I traced my finger along the bottle made in the shape of a woman. I spritzed a little on my wrist, and memories assailed me.

though her memory was nothing but fragments. 'Did I... let it happen while I wasn't fully conscious?' The realization cut like a knife. Heat burned her cheeks, shame coiling in her stomach. 'God, what do I do now? Mom... I've failed you.' That was when she caught it-the faint scent lingering on his skin. Citrus. Lemon. Musk. Millesime Creed. She knew it well. It was the same perfume she sprayed onto her pillow at night. Swallowing hard, Alexandra carefully pried his arm off her waist. His pale skin contrasted starkly against her own as she slipped free from his embrace.