Ochako Perfume 소설 & 이야기

Deffin whispered in Azkia's ear. Even though this is just an alibi so that Deffin doesn't feel nauseous, Azkia's fragrant body seems to be a shield from various kinds of female perfume scents, so that none of them smell in Deffin's nose to make him nauseous. Earlier, Deffin had also forbidden Azkia to use perfume when leaving for the hotel. However, because the perfume that Azkia was holding had already been sprayed, strangely Defiin did not feel nauseous, even though it was a common perfume used by other women which certainly made her feel nauseous.

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.

He still has that kind of downy kitten fur, and he is simply adorable. I make myself a glass of water and then head for my bedroom where I strip naked, grab my pink kimono robe and head into the shower. The water feels good on my skin as it trails down my body. I use my Coco Chanel body wash that was a gift from Autumn when she came to visit last, it happens to be one of my favorite fragrances that and Daisy by Marc Jacob, but my budget right now does not allow for me to indulge in shower gels that have a hefty price tag. It smells heavenly as I lather myself up, not bothering to wash my hair. I can do that tomorrow night.

“Anyway, why don’t you start it now? You can leave it here if you can’t finish it. Can’t have your mate see it before the most awaited mating of the century, can we?” Akiro blushed harder as he scowled at his friend. “You are so annoying, Shiro!” “That, I am!” ### “Why do you smell like paint?” Heli asked Akiro as soon as he entered their room. Akiro’s eyes immediately trained on Heli’s naked chest, droplets of water from his hair dripping down on his chiseled chest. “Because I was painting?” Akiro answered absent-mindedly, still distracted by his mate’s nakedness.

Kenji reminded her, half-forcing Akiko to choose. Relieved that Kenji canceled his request, Akiko turned back to the display and finally selected a few mochi and wagashi that she wanted. Akiko, of course, chose the sakura flower wagashi, which was too beautiful to pass up, as well as several boxes of matcha-flavored mochi, which had a greenish color sprinkled with beans. She also packed a few boxes of assorted flavors, intending to give them to her friends at work. Akiko rarely brought food, and she wasn’t going to miss out on the chance to get plenty of treats without having to spend her own money.

she joined her hands and bowed her head. "Ghanni Khamma," Ahankara smiled, after which Heer left the room. - - - - After Ahankara was done with her bath, she dressed up in the new clothes that had been set out for her. A beautiful, royal blue lehenga, with gold embroidery decorating the entire skirt. The blouse was plain, except for the sleeves which had a little embroidery on the edges. It was half way backless, and a knot was to be tied on the back, to prevent the top from falling off. Ahankara tried to reach the knot, but she was having a lot of trouble with it. Unfortunately, she had already sent Heer out of the room, since she was not yet comfortable dressing up in front of her.

Just the frozen smile of someone realizing they were playing the wrong game. “You’re trying to control me?” I pushed her off my lap, her perfume lingering like smoke on my deliberately tailored khaki suit. I loosened my tie, the air stifling around me. I am born with a sensitive sense of smell, so I prefer clean smell, like the "urban forest" perfume produced by CHIHIRO studio. Subtle. Elegant. I glanced at my silver Patek Philippe watch, it was getting late. “I’ve made myself clear. Why are you still here?”

Inside, wrapped in pale gray tissue, was a small glass bottle. Its shape was familiar. Familiar enough to cut my breath before any scent escaped. Rectangular, clear thick glass with gently rounded edges, a dark metal cap. A cream label with tiny serif letters: AZZURRA NOTTE Profumi di Brera Perfume. The perfume I used to wear almost every day, until my body memorized it better than my own birthday. The perfume sold only in that little shop in Brera, Milan, the one we wandered into on a rainy night. The perfume that made my ex-husband pause whenever he passed behind me, lower his head, and inhale the space between my neck and shoulder.

She also stood up, went round the table and faced Jackie. Jackie frowned. “What?” Jacintha wrapped her arms around her neck. Jackie froze. “W–What are you doing?”, she stammered. “Shhh.” Jacintha shushed her. Jackie held her arms in the air awkwardly before hugging her back. She suddenly sniffed her. She sniffed again. She did it again, this time inhaling deeply. “OMG I love your perfume, where did you get this? What is this? I have the latest fragrance collection of Frank Bisto this year. What perfume can this be if not Frank Bisto?”

While Chloe went to get dressed too, ivory admired herself in the mirror. She was clad in a sky blue gown which had slits at both sides of the hips that stopped at the waists and blue pants which is visible. Her eye was now blue, ivory noticed her skin was a little bit paler and her ash hair was now silver. Chloe interrupted her internal debate about her body, Chloe too was going ‘cause she was her personal maid. They both exited her room and went to the dining area. Ivory greeted her dad then sat beside Ivan; they prayed then started to eat. Ivory noticed a lady sitting opposite her, she didn’t really ponder on it until duke hemming introduced her.