Perfume Galore 소설 & 이야기

“I can give you proof.” The crowd’s attention shifted fully to Caitlin as she sized up the Fragrance Garments on stage. She took a deep breath, analyzing the scent. “The fragrance on this garment doesn’t come from natural fabric dye—it’s perfume. I’m aware that you collaborated with a famous perfumer, Odessa, to create a new scent that has been used as the base for your Fragrance Garments.” “That’s impossible! Stop making baseless accusations!” Carmen’s face grew darker, and she immediately snapped at her brother, “Douglas, get someone to throw this woman out! She’s here to cause trouble!”

Breathe, Nora, breathe! I sprinted to the door just in time as the second knock landed on it. I inhaled much-needed air and exhaled, wondering why I was so nervous. I turned the lock and swung open the door. The first thing that hit my nostrils was Frank's very expensive cologne. Today he was wearing Clive Christian's Imperial Majesty Perfume, which was one out of his collection and the most expensive. I can remember the first day I asked for the name of the fragrance he wore, and he had told me. The mistake I made was going online to check it out, only to see that it was worth a staggering $435,000. I was shocked to my bones.

I glared at him only to receive a sexy wink in return before he pulled back his regular calm demeanor. My bubble popped the moment we stepped inside, and I regretted coming here, not that we had a choice. After the initial greeting with Mr.Murrow which was the briefest stifling conversation I had seen Darcel making ever. Ulrich Murrow made no effort in hiding his disappointment that it Darcel who came to greet him from the Karwitz family. Darcel's identity was an open secret, however, he shouldn't be scorned for that and it made me livid, because Karwitz perfumes was the most sought after brand. I am sure most of the people here are wearing one of the Karwitz perfumes tonight.

The car accident a year ago had stolen her sense of smell, as if a painter had been deprived of light, or a singer silenced in the midst of an unfinished symphony. On the table, a glossy magazine featured a glamorous model with golden hair, dressed in a seductive black cocktail dress, inhaling the fragrance from an intricately designed crescent-shaped perfume bottle. La Nuit Blanche – White Night. The latest fragrance from Les Parfums de Marie was taking the market by storm this spring.

"For the Acting Luna appointment ceremony. Something—special." "How special are we talking?" Ricky's eyes gleam. "Very." He stands. "I have just the thing. Wait here." He disappears into the back. Rhea leans close. "He seems—enthusiastic." "He's the best. Worth every penny." Ricky returns. Carrying a gown. It's—stunning. Deep blue. Almost black. Covered in silver embroidery that looks like constellations. "This," Ricky says, "is my masterpiece. It's not for sale. It's a display piece. But—" He looks at Rhea. "I think it was made for you."

Then I walked three doors down to the perfume boutique. The saleswoman recognized desperation when she saw it. "Gift?" she asked. "Yes." "What does she usually wear?" "Something elegant and warm," I said. She pulled a bottle from the shelf. Dark glass. Gold cap. "This is our bestseller. Jasmine. Vanilla. Sandalwood." "Perfect, I'll take it." She wrapped it carefully while I stood there, hands in my pockets, smilling. Flowers, perfume, and chocolate. It always worked with Selene.

“Photography exhibition? I think you mentioned it to me before, but please, tell me more.” Grateful for the distraction, I picked up one of the perfume bottles, the one with a delicate label adorned with abstract patterns in shades of blue and gold. “We’ve created a line of perfumes exclusively for the event,” I explained, handing the bottle to him. “The theme is all about women’s empowerment—each scent signifies something powerful: resilience, creativity, strength.” Samuel took the bottle and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Hmm, I’m detecting bergamot and rose... and perhaps some sandalwood?”

before I learned the kind of attention it could attract. *** SAINT. I adjusted the cuffs of my black shirt, straightened the collar, and gave myself one last look in the mirror. I looked immaculate and lethal. To crown it all, I grabbed my perfume – Obsidian Sin by Sartieux. Ten thousand dollars a bottle. A scent banned in three packs for being too... distracting. I always say this... If they don't remember your name, they'll remember your scent. Before I speak, they'll smell me. And they'll know who owns the fucking room.

In a low voice, he said, “Miss Ford, your perfume is making me sick to my stomach.” Tiffany was shocked by what Nathan had said. After the way he’d helped her Father, she had expected him to be more respectful of her. And more welcoming. Furthermore, she had deliberately chosen the most seductive perfume she had. It was called “Opium” and was also known as “Liquid Diamond. A lot of female celebrities liked to use this expensive perfume. Unfortunately, Nathan thought her well-chosen perfume smelled like shit. “I didn’t know that you don’t like perfume,” she said. “While I am here, I won’t wear any. I understand why you think the body’s natural fragrance is the best perfume.” As she spoke, she