Racun Yang Baunya Mirip Almond Novels & Stories

He could not believe it no matter what. Jessie took a deep breath and slowly said, "Uncle Bai. The clothes you are wearing are made of the Launette Perfume Laundry, the shaved water is made of asparagus and almond juice. There is also menthol mixed together, the toothpaste is salt and soda, and so on and so forth. The hand-washing solution is the combination of cherry blossoms and orchids. You have been to the clinic in the hospital today. In the operating theater, although you took a shower and got rid of the poison, You still smell like iodine, blood, anti-inflammatory, anesthesia, and sedative."

I would do anything to have this unknown oil in my mouth. "That doesn't matter, and yes you can." He nodded in approval, giving the bottle back to me. I hurried to drink a full cap. It tasted like what barf smelled like and that earned a scrunched up face from me. "Ugh! It tastes so gross." I complained, wiping stains from my mouth with the back of my hand. "El-oh-el." He teased, stretching his hand for it. "Don't worry. The substance itself is almadate, like I said, you can mix it with anything. Hence, this oil my brother blended onions into one time." He chuckled.

"Um, nice to meet you again, Earnest. Are you okay? Lost a screw or something?" "No, I suddenly smelt something like rich dark black cherries laced with sweet sugar, green apples, chocolate, almonds and vanilla, and I thought someone was baking something nice but it turns out it was just me. I think I caught a whiff of my mate's scent and it's all over you," that news was like a thunderbolt to my brain. I figured it out immediately but Zinnia was a little lost.

" I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery. It was glowing. It was vibrant. It was, for lack of a better word, aggressively cyan. "It’s very... blue," Alaric noted, squinting through the gloom. "It is ze extract of ze Blue Algae from ze depths of ze Mediterranean," I lied, my heart dancing a jig. "Rich in antioxidants and ze pigmentation of health. One bowl, and your internal organs will sing like ze bluebirds of Lyon." "I don't know if I can eat," he moaned. "My stomach is a war zone."

"It's you! You poisoned the food!" The girl panicked. "You're slandering me! What proof do you have?" Yaslyn sniffed around her and continued, "The person who hired you to poison told you this poisonous herb would be fragrant, but he didn't tell you that when it's mixed with perfume, it creates a peculiar scent, and it can't be washed off." The girl turned pale instantly. "Coincidentally, the peach perfume you used can intensify that peculiar mixed scent the most, so… You still won't admit it?"

Theodore’s POV I chopped the boren mushrooms while the spies slept. I was pretty sure none of them knew the difference between regular and magical ingredients, but I tried to meal prep while they slept just in case. The boren mushrooms had such a strange, gangly shape, but they had come to be one of my favorite additions to almost every meal for their flavor and how much they rejuvenated my magic. Smelling something burning, I turned back to the stove where the crinal was cooking at a simmer. Crinal was an allium similar to onions, but magical. That, and apparently, it cooked way faster than onions.

Conrad was surprised by their skills since he didn’t expect a loaf of bread to have this kind of aroma. Chef Austin tastes their loaf and was left speechless. He couldn’t speak a word until he finishes the slice he was given with. He then said that this is starting to be a battle of the gardens. This made Conrad, Olivia, and Alfred surprised and curious about what he meant by that. Then Alfred realizes the smell of the aroma. He told Conrad and Olivia that what they had just smelled is a mixture of lavender, lemon, and one more component that is sweet, but he couldn’t distinguish it.

Elara was bent over a centrifuge, measuring a clear, viscous liquid. "What is it?" Lucian asked. "It’s a concentrated variant of the aldehyde I used in Renaissance," Elara explained, her eyes focused on the beaker. "To a normal person, it smells like heavy cedar and rain. But it binds to the mucosal lining of the throat. If you have chronic asthma or scarred lung tissue—like your father does from his 'accident' twenty years ago—it will cause an immediate, violent bronchial spasm." She held up a small, glass vial.

Maven This girl’s scent is driving me nuts. It’s way too similar to Elena’s. Elena’s scent was like sweet like honey, with just a hint of lavender, and this girl had the same scent, except she also had the smallest hint of citrus, like the smell of oranges.

“We need to talk, all of us.” Cassandra stood up, her resolve firm. “Let’s get to work,” she said. They sat around the small table in the room. Cassandra broke the silence. “There’s something that’s been bothering me since yesterday. When we visited Maria’s house for the investigation, I smelled almond in her coffee.” Alexander frowned immediately. “Almond? What do you mean? Are you saying she tried to poison me?” Cassandra nodded. “It’s possible. Almond is often associated with the smell of cyanide. I think Maria might be involved, Alex. She has a strong motive to protect her husband.”