Ochako Perfume Novels & Stories

“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

“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?”

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.

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

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.

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.