Perfume Galore Novels & Stories

Therefore, even if she lived at the lowest level of her life, she knew the good stuff. She recognized that the bottle of perfume just now was the memorable version of Guerlain, Mrs. Butterfly's perfume, at the 90th anniversary. If she remembered correctly, the price of that perfume was about 7,000 US dollars. Moreover, because it was a limited edition, there were not many bottles in the world. It was rare to meet such a good thing, so she wanted to secretly spray a little to taste it. Unexpectedly, her hand slipped out of nervousness and broke the perfume.

Roman was, after all, nowhere to be seen. There was a card on the box, and it said: “Use me.” The box itself looked luxurious, and she wondered if it was meant for her after all. With a grateful and bright smile, she opened the lilac box, and was surprised at everything she found inside. First, the shower gel smelled divine. Something light and flowery, a sensual mix between jasmin and dark orchid. Next to it was a perfume set. She carefully opened the package, and the smell that greeted her was beyond sexy, it was downright decadent.

Nicole did not expect people’s view of this matter to be so disgusting! She glanced over. There was no sign of Julie’s figure among the people discussing. However, she had clearly seen Julie’s skirt outside earlier. Was she mistaken? No matter what, Nicole could not let them continue gossiping. She glanced to the side. There was a brand-new bottle of perfume on the cabinet beside her. Nicole recognized the brand. It was a limited edition and not easy to buy. She waved her hand. The perfume bottle fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

She saw Vivienne and stopped. *Look at her,* Kallie said. *Standing in her own mate's house like she needs permission to breathe.* Vivienne kept her eyes on Killian. He looked inside the bag. "Maison Francis Kurkdjian," he said. "The Baccarat Rouge limited edition. Signed by the master perfumer himself. There were only forty released." She tilted her head. "I had to call in a favor in Paris." He looked at her for a moment. "You didn't have to do that."

I had never heard of his company’s scandal before. [Toxic Truth: Customers Expose Hidden Dangers in ORÉA Perfumes!] Some customers shared their experiences using ORÉA perfumes. "My skin burned after just one spray of their ‘Eternal Rose’ scent," wrote one user. Another commented, "I trusted ORÉA to be luxury, but they’re using harsh chemicals!" [Stolen fragrances? ORÉA allegedly copied a small perfumery’s formula!] A small perfumery, Luxen, had accused ORÉA of stealing their signature scent, Moonlit Reverie.

It wasn’t that he has something to say about it, but it seems like he was enjoying her presence now than the past. ‘Is it because she told me I’m handsome?’ To say that would be utterly embarrassing. Many people already told him he has good looks. He shook his head at his nonsense thoughts. When he came back to his senses, it was already in the middle of auctioning. This time was a perfume that goes with the name ‘Pearl Jade’. It was of color green just like a well-refined Jade by the best jade refiner. The cost of the perfume quickly escalated into seven figures. It was said that this perfume was used by one of the former Empress of their history, that’s why everyone was willing to bet all

I had time to kill, and there was no better way to do it than perusing the racks. Just outside the makeup counter, a perfume girl stopped me to try her latest fragrance. I had nothing better to do, so I indulged her, and somehow, struck up a conversation about the astronomical cost of fragrance, and regardless of how pretty the Viktor&Rolf Flowerbomb bottle was, fifty-five dollars seemed excessive just to smell good.

she said, putting her hand to her chest dramatically as she saw Olivia and I already flipping through the catalogs. “You’re being dramatic, you know that right?” “What’s life without a little drama? Now shall we begin?” “Yep,” I said, getting a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine. “Frost,” she read the names of the perfumes one after the other. “Two thousand dollars, hmmph,” she scoffed. “What’s that?” I asked, pouring the wine into three glasses. “It’s cheap, it looks like it’ll smell cheap,” she shrugged and turned over to the next page

The air had begun to cool as autumn crept in, and with it came another reminder. Lucian’s birthday was approaching. “I should get him a gift. What would he want this year?” Sarang murmured, slumping his shoulders. After hours of wandering and pondering, he found himself inside a perfume shop—alone. A few other customers were there, giggling and sampling scents. Sarang recognized some from Nathan’s birthday, but they minded their own business. A tall, sinewy man approached him with a broad smile and a perfume bottle in hand. “May I interest you in this? It’s perfect for omegas and attracts passionate alphas. It’s the most popular this season. We also have something for masking pheromones or a

It fueled Brittany’s rage, “Go get it then! There are so many world-famous perfumes, but you’re willing to settle for a cheap, brandless one? You’re courageous, huh? You’re not even afraid that it’ll damage your skin!” Her rage shocked the TV host, but he mumbled two seconds later, “Brittany, the perfume is from a branded company too. It’s from La Beaute Group’s Rebirth.” Brittany only glared daggers at him. The TV host immediately quieted down and tried to be more discreet.