Perfume Galore Novels & Stories

The waitress disappears, and I pick up the package balancing on the top. Five minutes later I am flabbergasted at the staggering array of gifts on my lap. I run my fingers over a gorgeous Stella McCartney chemise, I take in the sight of my new Valentino cocktail dress and Valentino Garavani high-heeled boots, and I inhale the gorgeous scent of Miss Dior, my favourite perfume. The last, and my absolute favourite, is a framed picture of the outside of Bread & Cake, complete with the new signage. “Wow, Taylor, this is all…it’s too much,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion.

"You should take care of yourself. At the upcoming GT gala, people will be trying to get you to drink." Melanie blinked and forced a smile. The GT gala was a major event in the fashion world, attracting anyone with some standing in the industry. Originally, this had nothing to do with her, but recently the "Wedding Dress" perfume her father left behind had made waves in the luxury markets of Delfino and Medonia. So, both the Jones family perfume department and Melanie were on the GT gala invitation list, ranking quite high. For the sake of the Jones family and the perfume department, she had to attend.

They stopped showing me a wall of perfume all on a row of shelves that were filled top to bottom with bottles all with different colors and labels. “Wow know that’s a collection.” I said in amaze having to look up to see all the perfumes, there were all so different narrow, skinny, curvy, heart shaped, wide. With unique colors amber, baby pink, coral, lime, etc. “COLLECTION! " Clover screamed offended. “It’s not a collection it’s a legacy.” Oliver stepped in front of the wall flying across it with her wings gesturing her hand to the perfumes. “This is where all the famous fairies make their perfume which determines how their life will be.” Clover said, they held hands admiring the piece of a

“This is the latest in the She-Wolf Delights line, from Galimard. We only carry a small amount, but it’s the perfect gift for a woman to give herself.” “It is,” I agreed with a smile, keeping the disappointment I was feeling off my face. I couldn’t very well wear a perfume meant for werewolves. For one thing, I might be allergic and really needed to wash it off as soon as possible. For another, what would people think? “I’m sure Daddy would like you to get it,” Grace said, and though it was very quiet it was confident, which warmed me even more than the smell of the perfume. “Thank you, honey,” I said while I shook my head just slightly at the saleswoman. “But I think we’ll leave it until ne

The beautiful woman was about to protest when an elderly man in a dark suit emerged from the back room, his gaze carrying a touch of admiration as it fell upon me. "Mr. Bardier!" The beautiful woman gasped in surprise, her expression revealing that the man before her was none other than the recently acclaimed perfume master and the boutique's owner. "Madam, perhaps 'Fantasy' would better suit your taste," Bardier suggested, producing a bottle of purple perfume from the nearby display cabinet. It featured numerous tiny sequins at its core, glistening and captivating under the light. "Oh, thank you. I adore this scent," the noblewoman exclaimed as she lifted the perfume and took a gentle sniff

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.

Her knee pounded along with aching limbs and Chantal clenched her shaking hands into fists and imagined a meal and a soft bed waiting at the end of this journey. Gage kissed her head. “I can smell a trace of your perfume.” He kept his lips in place. “That’s surprising, considering the knotted mess on my head.” “That fragrance is familiar… calming… what do you wear?” “It’s a French perfume— L’Artisan Parfumeur Premier Figuier. It has notes of fig, rice, coconut, and sandalwood.” Gage sniffed her head like a basset hound, and she laughed.

After she was sure that she would obtain the perfume, a malicious smirk appeared on her lips. Did it hurt? Since it hurt, it was only fair that she would earn more money with this perfume! She picked up her phone and started looking up for Anthony’s private phone number. .. At night, the Night of Glory ceremony started a few heated discussions: Kelly Milan’s absence, Scarlet Hoffman becoming No.1 Supermodel and winning Most Commercial Value Award, as well as the rumors about Charmine and Julian. #JulianCabell-Proposed #Charmine’s-3-conditions

"You're disgusting. Making a smell like that into perfume." I threw the bottle at Sharon. "It was Sharon who gave me this bottle of perfume. I've lost my sense of smell. Not many people know about this, but Sharon knew. "She gave me this bottle of weird perfume, telling me how much it suits me. She told me to spray some on myself during the wedding, saying that it was a respect to Rachel. I sprayed some on me, then she sent a message to Rachel saying that I seduced her husband. "My best friend called me a tramp. The next day, Sharon did the same thing again, causing me to lose my job and my boyfriend.

But when I stepped into the spotlight, the screen behind me flashed with a concept image for a brand-new perfume. "Today, I'm unveiling my new creation, Renata. It tells a story of ruin and return." I walked them through Renata's creative vision and its distinctive accord structure in detail. It was unlike anything anyone in the room had smelled before. It was a scent charged with strength and life. The audience was riveted, and the launch was an instant hit. Renata's preorders surged past ten million in the first hour. Meanwhile, Aurelio went all in and rushed out his botched version of Reverie. He thought those past-life memories would help him replicate my success.