Ochako Perfume Novels & Stories

he said looking over the sets of perfume on the table, Amora looked up to his face as he was focused on the perfumes, lifting and sniffing them, "Coco Mademoiselle Intense by Chanel. I’ve heard that Rihanna wears this fragrance.” he said and uncapped the perfume. “You’ve never worn this scent before, have you?” He asked coming behind her and sniffing her neck seductively, He pressed the spray head of the perfume and the gas from the perfume wafted through the air, filling the air with the warm scent of gourmand, he inhaled it smiling,

Why would they try to hide when I turn to look at them . It was possible that I was overthinking . It was highly possible that I was getting spooked over nothing but true be honest , I was certain that my gut feeling was right . With trembling fingers I searched ' perfume with bourbon vanilla scent ', it was the scent that I smelled at the entrance of the park and wasn't surprised when COCO MADEMOISELLE and LA CHASSE AUX and many more popped up but what surprised me that every single one of them belonged to women category perfume .

She might have to send them home soon. Akari and Nikolai finished every evening with a nightcap before bed. Niko called the drink a Saffron, saying it was because of the color, a kind of orangey gold. It was made by mixing three different liqueurs, and was extremely potent. Nikolai said it was his favorite drink and he liked one before bed each night. Akari had begun drinking a small glass with him since it helped him relax. On one memorable occasion, Nikolai had dribbled some all over her body, paying special attention to her crease, and licked it off her until she begged for mercy.

Watches—Audemars Piguet, Vacheron Constantin, Patek Philippe—all ticking away with precision, each a quiet reminder that time belonged to me, not the other way around. And at the very center of it all stood a lacquered pedestal lined with bottles of cologne, like rare spirits on display. Scents curated over years—ouds from the Middle East, musks from Paris, notes of tobacco, whiskey, and unspoken promises. Each one designed to linger in memory long after I’d left the room.

Her eyes widened when she saw what was inside. According to her foggy memory, this was the Pearl Jade perfume that costs like a mansion in this world. It was a once in a thousand years perfume that was made from natural pearl and jade, just like its name suggests. It was said that this perfume was the last perfume the original maker made. “Patissiers don’t make chocolates, but tsokolateros do.” Jean shook his head at Heather’s retort. It was a meaningless retort as she got it wrong.

It was too early in the morning for Joana to add more questions to her head. Oriaga quickly opened the marketplace app on his phone, and he remembered the name of the perfume attached to the glass bottle—it joined the ranks of the other perfumes in Oriaga's room. "There are only two scents, huh?" He thought he would find some other scents, but he was wrong. The price on the marketplace showed about 180$ for a 100ml bottle of perfume. "Alright. I'll buy both and send these things to the mansion instead of Amanda's perfume."

Her knee pounded along with aching limbs and Chantal clenched her shaking hands into fists and imagined a meal and a soft bed waiting at the end of this journey. Gage kissed her head. “I can smell a trace of your perfume.” He kept his lips in place. “That’s surprising, considering the knotted mess on my head.” “That fragrance is familiar… calming… what do you wear?” “It’s a French perfume— L’Artisan Parfumeur Premier Figuier. It has notes of fig, rice, coconut, and sandalwood.” Gage sniffed her head like a basset hound, and she laughed.

She stopped when she reached me, keeping a polite distance. “Sorry for the wait,” she said. No trace of apology in her tone. I ignored her words instead taking in a whiff of her scent like a man possessed. I knew that scent. It was one I obsessed over after she left. “You still use it,” I said before I could stop myself. Her brows drew together. “Use what?” “The perfume,” I said quietly. “Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Baccarat Rouge 540. I gifted it to you, remember?"

It concealed the scar above my collarbone, the one from the time Nora pushed me into a table corner during my stay in the Crescent Moon Tribe. There were over a dozen bottles of perfume on the vanity. My fingers glided across them, ultimately stopping at Dior J'adore, my favorite jasmine fragrance. However, I hesitated for a moment and chose Chanel Paris instead. I remembered Sebastian's preference for roses, and I thought a rose-scented perfume was a safer bet. I sprayed a bit on my neck, chest, and wrists, the fine mist settling on my skin, evoking a refreshing feeling.

I went back down the stairs and laid my head on Leornado's chest. "He will be okay Principessa" he stated and kissed me on the lips. That's all I needed right now and that was his comfort. I sat on top of him and made a full made-out session, he held me tightly and I pulled away before I went too far. He smirked and breathed in my perfume. "I've never recognized how good your perfume has smelled before, what brand is this?" "Chanel" I giggled. "Vanilla-scented perhaps?" he asked.