Racun Yang Baunya Mirip Almond の小説・ストーリー

There is one in particular that is said to fight allergies, quickly relieving the symptoms of a reaction. Using the equipment in the laboratory that Marco got me, I try to recreate the special perfume from memory. Unfortunately, I think the formula calls for an extract of butterbur flower, which is rare in these parts of the kingdom. I don’t have any of it in stock in the little perfumery in the attic, so instead, I use a combination of ginger root and apple blossom to replicate the scent.

Smells like vanilla that was being flavored with cinnamon. Oh God!

Snatching up a strip of test paper, I spray a bit on the end, then do the same on another paper with the fake. Handing the first to the mortified she-wolf, I explain, “Top notes of moonflower, night-blooming jasmine, and rare orchids, with basenotes of wolfswood and patchouli.” Exchanging the papers I elaborate, “But this one doesn’t have the orchids or wolfswood, which are extremely expensive and difficult to find. Instead it has aconite, which smells similar and is infinitely cheaper, but it can also be quite toxic if you have long-term exposure.”

You answer my questions and I might answer yours. Her scent was unlike anything I had ever smelled or previously been exposed to.It was like a delicious combination of dragon fruit and cinnamon that reminded me of when I would open a perfectly fragranced tub of lotion that I just could not get enough of, so I would end up constantly smelling it just to get my fix.

No need to accept them and waste my time or give myself too much hope. Now, my wolf was growling and gnarling, in hunger and anger. The next wave of wind that blew past me, carried with it a strong scent. I found myself sniffing the air, and that was when it hit me; Alamanda and raspberries, a strange but intriguing mix of flavors. River was growing restless with every passing second. The strange scent I had picked up pushed me into deeper confusion. It was normal for me to pick up scents from afar, but this was too peculiar, too precise, and too strong. It was the kind of smell that only one's mate could...

Aya retorted, rolling her eyes at me. “We also brought judgment, by the way!” Brinn said, sniffing the air and recoiling. “What in all the forest fires is that smell?” “Combat pudding,” Lily said again, beaming. Brinn blinked. “It smells like sugar and war crimes.” “It’s experimental,” she huffed. “Is it alive?” “No, but it moved once.” “I’m afraid,” Sari said flatly, staring at the pinkish goo like it had insulted his ancestors.

She gave off a more citrus scent if something was troubling her, and the star anise only appeared if she was angry. Currently, Emily was giving him a mix of citrus and frangipani with a whiff of honey on top of that earthy undertones. What did the honey scent mean? Favian had a sharper nose. Maybe he should ask if Favian noticed it. “Oh, it isn’t on the list! I thought I wrote that down, silly me!” Hearing Emily’s chuckle, Richard turned to look at the mung bean packet in their trolley. His boys did not like baked beans, even with tomato sauce. It would be hard for them to eat mung beans. Maybe he should convince Emily to put them back?

She takes my face in both hands. “You’re alive,” she says, like I might have chosen otherwise to make a point. “I am.” She releases me and turns the small paper tube in the bucket with a spoon. The tape peels away. A dull gray paste sticks to the rim. She wrinkles her nose. “Smells like poppy and almond.” “Jorin will name it,” Marek says. “Lady Selene will say it’s medicine,” Kai mutters. “Lady Selene will say what suits her,” Marek answers. “We’ll say no.” He looks at me until I have to meet his eyes.

“And the air… the whole passage had a strange, sharp smell. Like metal and… and salt, but wrong. Acrid. It made the back of my throat feel dry.” Kael was still now, his focus entirely on her words. He slowly turned from the balcony. His expression was unreadable, but the professional hunter was listening. “A black powder,” he repeated, his voice low and flat. “Gritty. With an acrid, metallic smell.” He took a step toward her, his green eyes intent. “Could you smell sulfur? A scent like rotten eggs?” Elira thought for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. Faintly, underneath the other smells.”

CHAPTER 14 Alicia sniffed the surface of Elena's paper cup. The sheer volume of coffee in the cup indicated how little Elena had drunk. Perhaps because it tasted a little different, Elena chose not to drink any more. The faint scent of almonds touched Alicia's sense of smell. Even though the coffee that Carl was holding tightly was no longer billowing hot steam. "Did you have any almond-based food or drink today?" Alicia asked, without leaving her fingerprints on the cup.