Ochako Perfume Novels & Stories

He paid with some pieces of copper he had saved from long ago when he was still working in the mines. When Aki at last finished, she was carrying many bags of meat, fresh vegetables and fruits, eggs and cheese. She even had one lovely yukata robe fused with long, swinging sleeves called furisode, a cluster of pinkish-purple Arctic parraya, and a shamisen, which was a three-stringed musical instrument. Apparently, every shop owner plied her with their goods without asking for payment.

Then she sniffed the air, her nostrils flared up, then her eyes widened as they stabbed mine. “That perfume. Is that from you?” I sniffed the air myself, faking a confused frown. “Perfume? I don’t smell anything special. Just my new soap.” She took a step closer, her eyes boring into mine. “Don’t lie to me, Charlotte. That is an expensive female perfume from SayBosslady. Where did you get it?”

It had a large maroon ribbon around its neck. "This must be really expensive?" "The price is none of your business. Moving on." He took out a box of Belgian chocolates with fancy packaging. "The seller said these are the most delicious." "Wow, I love chocolate." Sebastian took out a perfume from his gray suitcase. The bottle was uniquely shaped like a crystal with a light pink liquid inside. "This is from a specialty perfume shop in Paris. I asked them to make a special scent just for you. The scent is a mix of jasmine, vanilla, and a little bit of orange."

“Oh my gosh. I hope you gave him a nice gift as well.” My smile wanes, reminded of how my gift doesn't even stack close to his. “I gave him a perfume gift set. Azzaro .” “Girl, whywould you do that?” she retorts. “As soon as this class is over, we’re going to the West End. You’re not paying rent, so what are you doing with your money?”

Natalia took her by the waist and bent down to her neck. What a nice perfume. This smell seems familiar to me. - She said in Monika Vardanovna's ear and smiled, almost touching her guest's face with her nose. - And this is Kenzo's exclusive line. Limited edition. I bought in Tokyo. I still have... a slightly different scent... I'll give it to you, Natalya Andreevna. - Losing confidence Monika Vardanovna babbled. She rested her palms on the huge shoulders of Natalia, who did not let go of her.

And a third, a dainty white and silver Bulgari. She stared in awe. "Alec... I don’t know what to say." "Then say nothing," he replied. "Just smile." And she did. Finally, they entered a boutique perfume gallery. Alec waved his hand, and the attendants brought out dozens of bottles. Shola tested scents on her wrist, selecting her favorites: a soft floral rose from Jo Malone, a warm vanilla musk from Tom Ford, a spicy sandalwood from YSL, and a deep amber scent from Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Alec picked a few himself, adding them to the collection, including a rare jasmine and oud blend.

I gently pat her head as though she were a wonderful being. As I read the letter that Casimir gave me, Linia left right away. I close my eyes, yet I still sense the aroma of this letter. It is powerful and seductive, yet hazardous. Acacia, a limited-edition perfume used in the imperial member's home, has only one scent: a minty woodland aroma. It costs close to 500,000 gold pieces.

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.

Angela was back in her room, staring at herself in the mirror in the pink room. She imagined Esmeralda doing the same thing she was doing. She was dressed in a floral-designed off-the-shoulder short dress and was wearing light lipstick and staring at a small bottle of expensive perfume labeled N'5 Chanel Perfume sitting on the dresser. So this was how Esmeralda smelled. Angela pondered as she examined the red bottle. She opened the bottle and sniffed the scent.

the man says, coming to stand beside Akio. Akio tries to produce some sort of response, but he doesn’t even know what to say. He worries he’s made it seem like he’s impatient by just standing here. In actuality, he’s simply excited to begin decorating. He holds himself ramrod straight and just stares at the work of the men. The smell of Sal’s aftershave, a blend of black pepper and cigar smoke, fills his nose so completely that it tickles the back of his throat, and he almost coughs. But he manages to keep himself in check.