Perfume Novel Reviews Novels & Stories

With a small smile, I said, “When we dress up to go out, the last thing we apply is a perfume that defines us. Whether we want to appear delicate, manly, fresh or sweet. The perfume we choose to wear defines us. If it’s a formal meeting, we will wear something light yet rich. If it’s a date, we will wear something heady or musky. For me, as a blind person, I can define someone by the tone of their voice, the scent they are wearing. I attach scents to people and the idea of creating new scents for others and how I wanted people to see me, just based on how I smell, seemed very exciting so… here I am.” “That’s a lovely answer, Valeria. Tell us something about your new launch.” “The new fragran

Then, at last, the results are revealed—and to everyone’s shock, Nathan and I receive a perfect score. “I am pleased to announce this year’s winners,” the president declares, beaming as he holds up a scorecard stamped with a bold ten. “After several years of the Lefebvre family dominating the competition, it’s a wonderful surprise to recognize a perfume that is truly unique—unlike anything we’ve seen… or smelled. And believe me, we’ve smelled a lot.” He chuckles, clearly delighted. “Mrs. Dubois,” he continues, and I see Nathan straighten proudly beside the stage—so much so that I can’t help but stifle a quiet laugh. “Would you mind telling us a little about this perfume? What does this fragr

he explained and defended himself. "You smell better there. Oh, I tell you... that stinks! Aren't you worried that some of the single ladies out there will smell you? I can even smell you, and I'm already disappointed in you." I said with a frown and I tried to resist the pungent smell in the air. "Unbelievable! What I am using is an expensive perfume. It's From New York. You are really the only one who said that I smell bad and pungent," he said.

At the counter, she added a delicate perfume that smelled like vanilla orchid and pear blossom. “Someone’s having a treat-yourself kind of day,” the boutique worker said warmly, folding her items. “Yeah… something like that,” Ryleigh said, unable to keep the tired edge from her smile. “You new in town?” Ryleigh paused. “Sort of. Just getting to know the place.”. Ryleigh had been to this boutique before, but had never seen this woman. “Well, you picked the right shop. Fashion changes fast, but we keep up.” She winked. “Enjoy everything—and that perfume is one of my favorites.”

It was too slutty for my liking. He gave me a firm look. “They will suit you. Trust me. These are the kinds of clothes you need if you want to blend into my world.” I said nothing. It wasn’t like I had many options. And the worst part? Everything he chose fits perfectly. Like it had been made just for me before I even walked into the store. He bought me perfume. It had a luxurious name… Rivière Noire. When I sprayed it on my wrist, it was too floral and feminine for my taste as well.

, Kora replied, looking out of the corner of her eye at that incredibly charming man, who continued to hold the empty glass in his hands and rub it softly with his fingers while his eyes could not detach from her. "Carnal love is my only relief valve. From it, I draw the energy necessary for the creation of something unique in the world. Versace, Dior, Chanel, Armani... these perfumes are exceptional, but they are not perfect. None of them is. They are shelf products. My works are pieces of art. They are pure emotion, they are like holy relics", she replied, who with those words only accentuated her sensuality, despite having remained perfectly still in the same position for the duration of

Freya's POV Three months later, two noblewomen strolled into a perfume boutique in Norma. "I'm sure that this perfume boutique is the finest in Norma, especially with this new fragrance from their collection," remarked one of the noblewomen. A stunning lady in a purple gown gracefully picked up a bottle of blue perfume and delicately took a whiff, a subtle expression of contentment gracing her features. "It contains rose oil and clove, but I detect something else..." She paused, scrunching her nose in thought.

The red silk slid loose between my fingers, soft and smooth. Phoebe leaned in so close her breath tickled my arm. “Careful…” I lifted the lid. Silence. I expected rot. Or fur. Maybe a stench that would send Phoebe running. But none of that came. Instead, a soft fragrance drifted out—sweet, clean, expensive. I frowned. “That’s… different.” Phoebe blinked. “Wait. Is that perfume?” “Smells like it.” “So… not a rat?” “Apparently not.”

“Okay,” Clara said flatly, her tone neutral but carrying that familiar edge of subtle judgment. She didn’t wait for any further explanation. She simply stepped past me into the house, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she walked straight toward the dining area. I caught a faint whiff of her perfume , clean, expensive, and composed, which only made the artificial floral air freshener I had sprayed earlier feel even more obvious and cheap. I closed the door behind her softly, the latch clicking into place like a period at the end of a sentence I didn’t want to finish. My heart was still hammering.

Thank God they chose a table far from the view of everyone, it's like a private place, I like it. Adal has been polite, chivalrous, and attentive with me, I like that. Who am I kidding? The man takes me out of my world of fantasies and makes them come true. I see Lucero and her lavender-colored dress, and I feel a little envy, she has that sexy yet sophisticated touch. I emphasize that it's good jealousy, not that I want her dress, on the contrary, my dress chosen by her can raise the dead; a red dress, with straps, V-neck, and let's not forget about the slit I have on my right leg, from my foot to my thigh, almost showing my pantyhose.