Ochako Perfume Novels & Stories

She chuckled slightly. “I guess that settles it…Adrian…” Before Gabriel could finish, sturdy steps echoed and instantly the smell of Indian agarwood mixed with sandalwood, musk, and Turkish rose filled the air. They were expensive ingredients used to make luxurious perfume that sell at almost a million and half dollars for a small bottle. The scent brought a hint of familiarity that had me thinking where I could have met such a man. I waited until he appeared, and holy heavens, he was nothing I expected him to be.

she took the bottle from her pocket and showed it to the crowd; “I have taken this from her skirt earlier while I was inspecting. It had spilled after the fall, that’s why she reeks of the smell. Major Vargas, however, if you have a good nose, you can easily recognize the scent of . . .” She paused, approached me, and began sniffing parts of my white long-sleeved polo. I tensed a little at the sudden interaction when her nose touched my nape. After a few seconds of moving her nose around, she stood properly and faced the crowd, her twinkling emerald eyes gazing at Jacob’s dark brown ones as she smirked. “. . . roses. Roses blended with shiso leaves and guaiac wood, with a tiny hint of spice

And if only she knows I still have a whole lot more planned today. “It’s so beautiful” she says, before looking at me with doleful eyes. “I only got you this perfume set” I say surprised at her reaction. “And I love it! It’s my favorite perfume ever!” I laugh, pulling her in for an embrace. The truth is, it’s not. It’s an Azzaro fragrance that I have used, and not particularly liked, in the past; too much of an incense undertone for my taste. But coming from her, it might as well be gold dust.

That is Jessica’s Chanel Coco perfume, the one she always wore when I was the slave of this pack house. Confusion dominated by anger started boiling up inside me. Why does he smell like Jessica’s perfume?

I woke up in the middle of the night and had to call Naki. She answered the phone groggy, “Is everything ok?” she asked. “Yes, I know what to name it! It’s perfect!” “Huh?” “The perfume, it just came to me in a dream. ‘Venom’ it stops them in their tracks. They can’t resist it.” I was smiling but Naki was yawning, Yeah, that's great”

answered one of the staff in the tent. Jessica nodded her head in satisfaction after hearing the answer, but before she could continue questioning the staff, someone suddenly appeared beside her. Even if she only smelled the person's perfume, she could tell the person's identity. Noah really liked wearing perfume, and he liked masculine ones. Jessica still remembered how she gave the man perfume for his birthday a few months ago, and today, she could smell the perfume on the person standing next to her. The top note was Fresh Accord, the middle note was Orange Blossom Absolute Heart, and the base note was Woods Accord. That kind of scent was Noah's favorite, and that was why the man looked s

High collar where curiosity turns into obsession, and side seams trace every curve down to mid-thigh. That night at Le Baron, it worked like a beacon. Today, it will be my trap. As soon as I enter my studio, a basket from La Maison du Chocolat rests on my desk, wrapped in black silk. It seems he's been doing his research on me. Beside it, a spray of white jasmine — small, almost translucent flowers, exhaling a perfume that invades the air like a smothered secret. Delicate. Rare. Dangerously fragrant. The card is simple, on white paper, his handwriting precise as a scalpel's cut:

The sharp sting of a twist in her ankle sent her tumbling against the wall with a soft cry. Adrian was there instantly. “Careful.” His hand steadied her, large and warm around her arm. His eyes dropped to her ankle, then back up to her face. Chloe winced prettily. “I’m so clumsy. I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize for pain.” His voice was velvet wrapped around steel. She inhaled sharply, and that was when it happened — he caught the scent of her perfume. It wasn’t common. It was a rare French blend, smoky vetiver laced with dark amber and a whisper of oud. The kind of fragrance that clung like memory, seductive and unusual.

He went behind my back. My skin prickled when I felt his breath near my neck—he leaned close, as if smelling me. “I like this scent. What perfume is this, Sasha?” “That’s Chanel No. 5 Parfum, Steffano.” My fists slowly unclenched when he stepped back in front of me. He lifted my chin again, inspecting me like a finished product, as if deciding whether anything was still missing. “How do you like her new look, Steffano?” Sasha asked.

Krystalina~ A white polka-dot blazer, a plain white corset underneath, and white flared trousers paired with bright red stilettos, with M·A·C ruby-red lipstick coating my lips. I smacked my lips together and put the lipstick into my red YSL bag for touch-ups, just in case. I grabbed my Hooker Rose perfume and sprayed it on the sensitive spot on my neck and on my wrists. That’s it. It has been my most-complimented perfume, created by my abuela, who sends it to me in bulk every six months.