Ochako Perfume Novels & Stories

"See? Time, place, price. It's all here." "I was too busy, so I asked you to add it." I stared into her eyes. "So tell me, how did that become your discovery?" Chloe's lips trembled. She had nothing to say. "And another thing." I sniffed the air. "That cheap perfume you're wearing? It has a chemical reaction with 'Serenity.' It's pathetic. Our new Chief Alchemist doesn't even know the first rule of alchemy." "You're lying!" she shrieked.

I say in a low chuckle. “Yes, Kensington. I’m sorry,” she chuckles. “Should we leave down, or—” “Yes, indeed.” I rise to my feet, unboxing the tiny bottle of perfume that cost twenty times my salary, and I have to actively squeeze the price tag, hiding it from Cherry. Fleur d’Obsession Flower of obsession. My heart skips a beat. That’s not all; the dark green bottle has an engraving on it. Jas-MINE. Heat shoots up my spine.

“Yeah, it’s the same for sure. Why?” “When I picked Alaia up from the station and brought her home, I smelt this perfume on her clothes,” I explain, and Josh frowns. “I knew it was familiar, but I couldn't place it. It’s not Shayla’s smell. She hates perfumes with strong floral smells; it gives her a headache. It wasn’t until Sophie just hugged me that I placed the smell. It’s Coco Chanel, I know because it’s Sophie's favourite perfume. I bought it for her.” I explain quietly, and Josh’s eyes grow wide. “Think about it? Why would Alaia come back smelling like a perfume that’s not her mother's? And who hates Shayla and would benefit from her disappearance?”

After the proposal and their love making, Achilles and Seraphina felt on top of the world. Achilles picked out Seraphina’s dress; a cream coloured silk dress, decorated with gold floral embroideries, that sat off the shoulder showing off all of her markings. She twisted her hair back into a loose chignon and fixed it into place with amber coloured pins. She opted against wearing any jewellery except for her engagement ring.

Her eyes was filled with anger and her heart consumed with bitterness. But in truth, she had seen that particular perfume case and bottle numerous times since they started leaving together with Alexander and Alice. Alice got obsessed and hooked on that perfume after Alexander gifted it to her years ago. According to Alice, there was a pleasant transition of aroma from fruity-sweet to a mild spice when you get a sniff of the perfume. It’s top notes whiffs off Bergamot, orange and Ginger accords, as it transits to a Woody floral heart note of Patchouli and Rose. The scent is notable to accentuate and leave an oriental fragrance formed by its base notes, Amber and Vanilla. And the initials on t

Then I walk over to his bed and hand him the flat white box tied with a silver bow. "Thank you," he says with both eyes scrunching up as he smiles. "No problem. Go ahead and open it" Travis undoes the tape, opens the lid, and gently pushes out the waxed paper. "Oh wow ..." "I made it special," I say with a proud smile, because inside the box is a 6-inch square block of chocolate, 1-inch thick, but on top is a thin, circle-shaped slice of white chocolate, and on that circle is a smiley face drawn with dark chocolate syrup that has been cooled and hardened so it won't stain. It's the same smiling face seen on the back of Pakkun's navy blue vest. The name of this particular smiley face is "Heno

The sound is final, like a curtain dropping before a performance begins. I get to my car and slide into the driver's seat, I still had a bit of an errand to do. You can't show up at the Ashford mansion empty-handed handed so I ordered a lovely orchid, Mrs. Ashford's favorite, and a very hard-to-find, twenty-year-old whisky that Mr.Ashford adores. Something I would casually guess. For Derek, I found a limited edition architectural book I overheard him talking about in the office. Ironicly, Aurora was the hardest one to guess, but hey, you can't go wrong with a sweet perfume that matched her personality for starters.

“Second runner-up: Karim Hassan! For ‘Basalt Spirit,’ a daring mixture of oud, black pepper, and ambergris.” Karim accepted his award with a bow, his family cheering from the back. He looked proud and humbled. “First runner-up: Min-Jae Lee! For ‘Starlit Reverie,’ a dreamy perfume of lavender, pink pepper, and musk.” Min-Jae, quiet and reserved, smiled and nodded to Marcus, whispering thanks before stepping aside. Ophelia felt her chest tighten. They were all so good—could she possibly stand out? Marcus paused, letting anticipation settle. His gaze swept the crowd before landing on her.

I had never seen her wear a skirt or a gown before. But her style wasn’t that bad either. I could adjust. I would adjust. But still, he didn’t notice me. Not once. So I took it up a notch. At the welcome party, while everyone was distracted, I stole Akayda’s perfume and slipped it into my purse. The scent had always caught my attention. It was unique. Sweet but strong. Feminine but bold. Jasmine and Coconut. I had assumed it was some kind of cheap knockoff. But when I searched it online later, my jaw dropped.

Woody, dry amber layered over leather and the faintest trace of bergamot. I know that scent...Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Oud Silk Mood... an expensive signature. I breathe through my nose and keep my eyes locked on the field. Whoever just sat down is watching too, and while every instinct in me registers him, I do not look. I am here to work. The trial is almost at halftime. And because Kwame Osei has only a few minutes left to prove he deserves everything I have fought to set up for him.