Perfume: The Book Review Novels & Stories

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

A few things caught my eyes as I scanned the books. It was saying that during wolf madness, even if it wasn’t the full moon, he could still lose control if he was too tired. “I think I found something,” Dr. Davis said, pointing at the book in front of him. “It says here that there’s a perfume that can calm the nerves of a wolf during their madness.” I looked at the image of the perfume; it came in a small red bottle, and it looked elegant. “They sell them in stores around here,” Dr. Davis added. “But the ingredients come from the East, so it’s extremely expensive.”

Like the aftermath of someone shedding one skin for another. I stepped further in, my boots sinking into the thick rug as I crossed to the bed. My gaze landed on a half-open travel bag perched at the edge of the mattress. That’s when I saw it. A perfume. The sleek glass bottle caught the light from the window, the pale gold liquid sloshing inside. I froze, staring at it, the tiny script on the label unmistakable. The scent alone was enough to pull memories to the surface, memories of Lila gliding into a room with that very fragrance trailing behind her, soft and intoxicating.

, he replied while handing me the books. Unpredictably, he suddenly bent down in front of me, helping me collecting those scattered books around. When he bent down, I finally could see his face very close to mine, and it made my heart thump. Damn!! He looks even finer up close! His olive skin is so smooth and fair, and I can even slightly smell his perfume, a light musky smell with a fresh citrus vibe along with a hint of bitter, tangy tobacco. Interesting. “Thanks,” I said very slowly.

A cat-like smile appeared on Liam’s face, “Getting feisty now aren’t we?” He pressed forward and edged nearer to her until both the soles of her heels touched the edge of the jacuzzi. Then in a flash, his hand went around her waist as his left hand cupped her chin, pressing her body against his. She could feel her heartbeat becoming erratic. The man was loathsome as he was repulsive. Upclose, his perfume smelt pungent and overpowering. Like leather and plum… She remembered now. He had on the same perfume from the other night at the Four Seasons Hotel.

perfume so strong that it spread around the bakery. As soon as the scent of the perfume hit Pidge's nose she murmured, "Crazy spoiled brats... don't even know to wear a perfume..." The person who had just walked to her direction somehow heard and spoke, "Can I get one mocha?" She didn't even lift her head up, just kept on making the coffee when she mumbled, "Only if I can mix the same stingy ass perfume you're wearing in your coffee..." The moment she raised her head to see the person her breath hitched...as if a real cat got her tongue and not leaving it.

Soon, they realized that Mandy had been silent since she received the perfume. When they turned around, they were startled by the state Mandy was in. Mandy was actually crying while holding the perfume Lana had customized for her! "Dy, are you alright?" Mandy wiped away her tears and said, "I'm fine. It just felt like my entire life was contained in this scent." The perfume Lana gave her was elegant and stunning. There was even a subtle complexity to it that ordinary people might not be able to perceive. It perfectly reflected Mandy's life.

he asked, curious suddenly. “Mmmm, yes. I bought a new kind before I left Chicago—Chloé by Chloé. Very original, no?” “You smell like flowers.” He inhaled. He’d been trained to detect subtle notes of fragrance in wines, and found himself able to do so similarly for perfumes. “I smell rose, maybe a layer of cedarwood? And amber.” She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “How did you—? That’s impressive. I think there’s also honey and peony, if I remember correctly.”

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.

I had forgotten, somewhere in the past months of fittings and dinners and strategic appearances, what real looked like. Her perfume reached me from across the room. Something cheap and floral from the drugstore on Fifth, the kind that came in a pink bottle and didn't pretend to be anything other than what it was. It cut straight through the curated scent of my bedroom, the expensive candles and the cedar in the closet and the faint ghost of the perfume Josiah had sent last week in a box with a card that said, simply, Wear this Saturday. Not a request. A stage direction. Miranda's drugstore perfume smelled like a person who had chosen it herself because she liked it. The difference was so sha