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—But she didn’t do anything. Did the man find her unpleasant to his eyes? Or did she have body odour? Was her breath bad? Mia raised her arms and sniffed her armpits. She didn’t perceive any foul odour. She wasn’t smelling… Unconvinced, she beckoned at the maid standing in a corner at the far end of the dining table. “Please, come sniff me.” As the saying goes, you can’t smell your own stink. Sometimes, people need to rely on others to let them know if they have body odor, as they may not be aware of it themselves because they’ve become accustomed to it.

Katya shook her head, disagreeing with her words. - Not so simple. In werewolves, this remedy simply greatly muffles the natural smell, literally in an hour it slowly begins to return. But in people, he completely removes it, and for a long time. For a few days for sure. You can, of course, heavily load yourself physically, then the smell will return faster, but it will definitely be enough for a day. But they are not customary to use in everyday life. This is bad tone. - But why? Is this product so expensive, or does it just happen that odorless is bad?

she replied "then what if that person dont have smelling sense too" I was shocked I asked "how you know mom" she said "because they're interlinked with eachother if they get smelling sense back then taste will come back automatically" I asked "how" she said "eucalyptus oil if you have steam with eucalyptus oil it will help easily, curry leaves too we need to soak them for 30 minutes and have it, cinnamon powder and honey paste can rebuild taste buds at the last ginger tea also might help" I noted all the things along with recipes she said "first let that person to overcome from insomnia then slowly you can see result in everything coming to the fear of mirrors might caused by some unknown pa

It was a word that every addict could easily catch up of its meaning. "So your weakness is triggered by scents?" Nina checked herself. How does she smell like? She doesn't use any perfumes because, as much as possible, she doesn't like people to notice her when she is around them. "I wonder how you can say I smell sweet," she chuckled, feeling helpless. But then, if he has a problem, an illness, his reasons may not be the same as others. And she understands that. She knew that fact too well.

Samira stood in the sterile, brightly lit perfume production room, her senses assaulted by the pungent scents of various floral extracts and essential oils. The air was thick with the cloying sweetness of roses, the sharp tang of citrus, and the earthy undertones of sandalwood. Yet, to her dismay, she could barely discern the delicate nuances of the fragrances she was supposed to be working with.

He also couldn't remember where or from whom he smelled it. "It was weird," Caisen thought, not noticing Cathy's look. "Weird?" Caisen hid. "Like you, I feel like I've smelled it too, but like you said, I can't remember either." He scratched. "No, it's not that I don't remember it. It was intentionally blocked." Caisen's face darkened, and his head was pulled out. He looked at Cathy. "Cathy, I need to--"

“I just wish I could remember more.” I close my eyes and try to clear my mind of all the thoughts swirling. As I focus on the water, I sense a familiar smell, but I can’t place it. The longer it lingers, the more it makes me uncomfortable. My heart races as Lavender notices the scent. I snap my eyes open and look out of the shower curtain, but there’s no one there. It’s difficult to get a proper whiff of the scent with the apricot smell of the conditioner, so I hastily rinse it out and shut the water off.

Rey Jhon slammed the bathroom door shut. He was trying his best not to breathe in the awful smell that seemed to crawl deep into his system. The stink was so strong and it was getting into his nerves, it felt like it was punching his nose again and again. He pinched his nose while grabbing the most expensive alcohol from his bag and he sprayed it all over the bathroom. He would rather waste his alcohol than to smell that disgusting odor.

It's brown, like the colour of the bitter coffee he loves to drink every morning. "She doesn't have the usual symptoms, no strong sense of smell or strength." It takes a second to realise that mummy is talking about me. My hands wrap around my body, and guilt fills me up. I smell things a lot, but I don't tell mummy because it's weird.

She tried to remember again and all she could remember was that someone was giving her blood to drink, whether human or animal, she didn't know. She had a very strange smell coming from her. She smells like a dog as if she had killed a dream animal with her bare hands. But the hands were clean, there was no trace of blood and not even an animal was lying dead. She went to the washroom smelling her clothes. She saw a wound on her neck. Only a mark was left. A sign that never goes away. She started rubbing herself clean but the smell was not going away, "It didn’t work. It doesn’t work," she muttered and came out of the washroom, sprayed perfume one after another. She wasted 4 bottles on herse