Perfume Kashiyuka Novels & Stories

Natalia took her by the waist and bent down to her neck. What a nice perfume. This smell seems familiar to me. - She said in Monika Vardanovna's ear and smiled, almost touching her guest's face with her nose. - And this is Kenzo's exclusive line. Limited edition. I bought in Tokyo. I still have... a slightly different scent... I'll give it to you, Natalya Andreevna. - Losing confidence Monika Vardanovna babbled. She rested her palms on the huge shoulders of Natalia, who did not let go of her.

Their painted cat eyes were scrunched at them and their steps become violent from stylish as they approached them. "How dare you? Do you know how much our perfume costs?" Rinnai opened her mouth first, who was closely related to Alexy, as they were cousins. "Well, ours from Gucci and Channel, and they smell great," Danny smugly said, not because they wanted to talk about the brand, but because they gave a quick reminder that Rinnai and Alex's perfumes are not from the same brand as this group was obsessed with parading brand names. "Huh, ours are customized by Versace," Rinnai again said where Alexy gritted her teeth in envy, looking at Isabella because of the beauty she has, especially with

“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.

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.

My gaze went straight to the signature perfume shelf, the one crowned with crystal bottles. There it was. Our perfume, magical. The fragrance my best friend, Cassia and I had built while learning under the world's most celebrated Perfumer, Mr. Knightley. We poured sleepless nights and endless tests into it, until the blend sang. I could still smell the memory: citrusy top notes dissolving into a velvet heart of rose, darkened by the haunting trail of amber and musk. We’d presented it to Mr. Knightley with trembling hands. I had braced myself for him to steal it, as so many men in power did. But instead, he offered us praise, protection, and something even rarer, respect.

This was hers. I picked up the other bottle, tucking Cass’s perfume into her bag. I tossed Kaji the other bottle when I got into the living room. Lifting an eyebrow, his lips twitched into a half-smile as he tucked the perfume into one of the pockets of the bag. “Thanks, I’m sure they will appreciate the thought.” Zipping the bag closed, I slung it over my shoulder. Not saying anything, he didn’t need to know how I was feeling right now. None of them did.