Perfume: The Book Review Novels & Stories

Her nose crinkles, then sniff. I got conscious that I had to move back. “What?” My eyelashes flutter as I tilt my head to smell my shoulder. “Did you buy a new perfume?” She eyed me, then shook her head. “Never mind.” She looked on her side, groping her phone that fell on the sofa.

Bella took advantage of that calmness and that precious time, which she had never had before, to read Paolo's book, she opened the first one, searching it, and smelled its unique smell, the one all old books have, she always loved the smell of old books, but this smell was mixed with the scent of Paolo's perfume that stuck in her nose from the moment of their first meeting. Bella continued day and night devoting herself to reading the book. Reading is an escape from the harshness of life, but the responsibilities that were placed upon her early and many other circumstances that Bella does not remember well, Bella has always been a good girl putting her past where it belongs and moving on.

One of her favorite place to shop in the whole city was Galeries Lafayette and even though she had changed for the most part, she still loved that place so much she had to go there. When she was shopping around for new perfumes, suddenly there was a woman wearing black camisole with matching fuschia suit and pants who approached her. Sofia thought that woman was drop dead gorgeous, she had a face of a model and didn’t look French at all. “Omg, that perfume is amazing, it’s one of my favorite scent ever, amber floral with spicy opening, you should definitely try it.” The moment that woman opened up her mouth, her vibe completely changed.

Just the frozen smile of someone realizing they were playing the wrong game. “You’re trying to control me?” I pushed her off my lap, her perfume lingering like smoke on my deliberately tailored khaki suit. I loosened my tie, the air stifling around me. I am born with a sensitive sense of smell, so I prefer clean smell, like the "urban forest" perfume produced by CHIHIRO studio. Subtle. Elegant. I glanced at my silver Patek Philippe watch, it was getting late. “I’ve made myself clear. Why are you still here?”

I reached for them and opened them one after another. A tailored Prada blouse with matching trousers and a fitted jacket. A pair of Dior earrings, delicate jewelry, and a full set of makeup and accessories. A beautiful Hermès Kelly bag. Christian Louboutin heels that probably cost more than anyone should ever pay for a pair of shoes. And finally… Amouage Guidance 46. My favorite perfume. “Oh wow… how does he even know that?” I opened the perfume box and gave it a light spray into the air. Caught beneath the chandelier’s warm glow, the fine mist lingered for a moment before slowly drifting through the room. It smelled like heaven.

The intentional neglect of this corner was a deliberate choice, a testament to the charm of the untouched and the allure of secrets waiting to be unraveled. Settling into a plush chair, Joseph cradled the book in his hands. The worn cover spoke of countless hands that had sought its wisdom, and the yellowed pages whispered tales of eras long past. As he opened the book, the fragrance of aged parchment wafted through the air, creating an olfactory tapestry that intertwined with the silent narratives within.

I kissed her cheek and hugged her. “Okay I believed you. Can you tell me all about you too, your past lover or fling whatever. I also wanted to know all about you.” Shane rests her head on my shoulder while we are walking. We sat on the pavilion. The surroundings are beautiful and filled with beautiful flowers. The night sky is so romantic. The light that comes from the moon fills the garden and it reflects on some flowers with beautiful colors. “I love this place every time that I need to calm my mind and need some peace. I just went here, sat with wine and watched the beautiful night sky,” Shane said while staring at the moon.

In his room, in the ocean of his scent, she doesn't find herself lonely. " Seems like he uses the same perfume all the time!" She whispers, resting her head on another pillow. " Let's finish this chapter first. I don't want him to nag me coldly not for finishing them. Cold squirrel!" Using her all strength to concentrate on the book, but throwing her legs in the air, she grunts. She can't concentrate on her book. Getting up, she walks around the room, watching, observing everything silently. Mesmerising his achievements as a businessman.

. “Let them. Let them call me whatever they want. When they smell this…” She uncorked the oud vial, and a wave of deep, resinous wood, smoky and almost leathery, filled the air. “…they’ll remember Rebecca. Not the names they’ve given me.” She added a single, minuscule drop of oud to her blend, then another of the fractionated patchouli. The studio hummed with the alchemy of creation. The perfume began to shift, to deepen, to take on a life of its own. It was no longer just a collection of notes; it was a narrative, a journey from vulnerability to strength, from fear to defiance. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and bruised purple, Natalie finally

I quickly dried myself off, and all I could do was my sad face. Ready, I ran out of the room and with fear I appeared before my parents. Their bewildered expression and the redness of their faces surprised me, they looked at me like they wanted to kill me. "Don't move," my father stopped me from turning around, "it's not our fault that you overslept, no one asked you to stay up late reading this book, 'Ardent Romance'. What does this mean?" "My book!" I murmured, blocked. My father handed me the book, and my mother shook her head with fury.