Nonfiction Perfume Discovery Set Novels & Stories

****** Disguise. The biggest perfume brand in Y city with a lot of workers. It has branches all over the world and is highly renowned by the users. The perfume's name is 'Cozy Royalty' made from Midlemist red, 'Dreams' made from Peony and lastly 'Seduce' made from Iris and Orchid. These three perfumes have dominated for long with it's quality improving. Of course, the cost is enough for an average family to eat and clothe themselves for 3 years at least. The head-quaters is here in Y city; this was the companies starting point after all. It occupied 20 floors of the building it was located. Any who worked here; even the security were envied. The security guard if he does his job well can get

He could already see just how much I appreciated this. "Come on, check the next one." He tilted his direction in the box beside me. My eyes lingered on him for a moment before I gently picked up the next box. It was way smaller than the first one. Almost medium. The familiar signature scent that hit me immediately when I opened the box piqued my attention. My eyes scanned the bottle filled with peach liquid, perfectly designed with a black lid and an intricately crafted black tag that read the inscription, 'Jasmin Bonheur', a scented product of Guerlain.

The beautiful woman was about to protest when an elderly man in a dark suit emerged from the back room, his gaze carrying a touch of admiration as it fell upon me. "Mr. Bardier!" The beautiful woman gasped in surprise, her expression revealing that the man before her was none other than the recently acclaimed perfume master and the boutique's owner. "Madam, perhaps 'Fantasy' would better suit your taste," Bardier suggested, producing a bottle of purple perfume from the nearby display cabinet. It featured numerous tiny sequins at its core, glistening and captivating under the light. "Oh, thank you. I adore this scent," the noblewoman exclaimed as she lifted the perfume and took a gentle sniff

I grabbed the handle of the top drawer and slid it open with a whisper. Inside were neatly arranged cuff links, pens, a tie clip. And then, a perfume bottle. Gold-trimmed, heavy, and distinctly regal. I picked it up slowly, squinting at the tiny gold label. “Imperial Majesty No. 5 Intense Men ,” I read aloud, then blinked. “Wait—what? You’ve got to be kidding me.” This perfume is one of the rarest, most expensive perfumes in the damn world. Like, “sells-at-auction-for-a-house” expensive.

The night was young, and the celebration had only just begun. It was time for the selling of the first made cologne The moment of truth! Noah took the stage once more, a sleek, black box in hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, the moment we've all been waiting for. The unveiling of our new cologne, 'Eternal Night'!" The room erupted into applause as Noah opened the box, revealing a stunning, crystal bottle with a sleek, silver cap. The crowd gasped in awe, their eyes fixed on the beautiful fragrance.

“Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private, Your Majesty?” “Just fucking tell me.” The scientist glanced at his Beta, who nodded. “My suspicions were correct, Your Majesty. The perfume contains synthetic pheromones designed to mimic the chemical signature of a fated mate bond.”

Very often than not, items to be sold at an auction would be announced ahead of time to attract bidders. Vicky glanced through the pages of the catalog and said, "Legend has it that this perfume was made by the mysterious fragrance expert, Y. Its scent is said to be out of this world and addictive, so a lot of companies that sell perfumes came for it, wanting to analyze the components of it and recreate the fragrance. If they manage to recreate the recipe, they'll earn thousands of millions with it." Cece gasped in realization. "I'm too short-sighted. Here I thought that they were buying it for their own use."

I needed her perfumery skills, because there was none like her; when she had won the school level competition, where I was on the jury, at that time I didn't know who she was, but I could tell she was the perfect perfumer, every ingredient was on precision par excellence. A few days ago, when our creator team was researching for new launches one of the team members had sent samples of perfumes, run by a small business brand 'Sorbiquet'. It was popular among a closed group, in one of the social media platforms. After taking the aroma of their most popular product, I knew it was that perfumer, and I needed her. It was all supposed to be a good bargain. Or that's what I thought. I was frustra

Once inside, I decided to take a look at all the sets she bought. I admit I have a raging hard-on after looking at the green, black, white, and purple sets. Especially the purple set. It’s probably the most revealing of all the sets. I put them all back in the bags and set them aside. As I’m finishing making room for Sinclair in the closet, I hear the bathroom door open and smell the tempting scent of honey and bergamot wafting through the room. Thor is in my head panting. I don’t blame him. I’m already hard from looking at those sets, and now I can smell her scent. I come out of the closet, and Sinclair is standing there with her hands trying to cover herself.

Our strides fell into rhythm without effort, instincts aligning in a way that sent a strange ache through my chest. His wolf brushed against mine mentally. It was curious, warm and familiar. Mate, his wolf murmured. Mine responded with a low hum that felt like acknowledgment. We found the first trail near a dry riverbed. My nose catches a rotting scent as if something died. And someone tried to cover it up with a bottle of perfume. “What is that horrible smell?" I asked as we stopped to shift back into our human self. “Rogue scent. That was the terrible job of a sloppy rogue. He must have been impatient to go out.