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I gently pat her head as though she were a wonderful being. As I read the letter that Casimir gave me, Linia left right away. I close my eyes, yet I still sense the aroma of this letter. It is powerful and seductive, yet hazardous. Acacia, a limited-edition perfume used in the imperial member's home, has only one scent: a minty woodland aroma. It costs close to 500,000 gold pieces.

I was encompassed by an all-pervading smell, of dark chocolate and nutmeg, of pine and dewy grass. Mate. Misha was ecstatic, but I couldn’t allow myself to embrace this now, even if he felt the same. What was it about males whose names began with ‘J’ and bad timing? “Is the Alpha coming?” I managed, sticking to my cover story. “Salted caramel, with a hint of ginger and,” he sniffed the air. “Apples. Red ones to be precise.” Oh no. That bit about the apples rocked me. Was I on Alpha Kane’s radar as well?

Amidst the smells of rust and spent oil, he focused on two aromas that were the center of his world. Vanilla and Orange—the distinctive scent of Revira’s usual shampoo. And strawberry chewing gum. The sweet smell that always clung to Ardan’s breath and clothes. The cologne he had bought for Ardan just last week while at the mall with Revira. Rakar knew they had to be inside, and they were terrified. "Found you," Rakar snarled. His voice was low, vibrating in his throat. He didn't knock. He didn't look for a ventilation shaft.

Even if Brenda and George weren’t here, he’d call me “prince.” “Do you think this smells right?” I ask him. “Do you smell anything unusual?” Jerim steps over and takes a whiff. “Smells like alcohol to me. And aloe. We use that as a calming agent. I don’t smell anything else.” I nod. It’s probably just my imagination then. “Can you show me where the food is prepared?” “Yes, it’s this way.”

“There’s something else though. I’m not sure yet what it is, but I think I recognize it from somewhere.” “Now that you say it, I think there is something else aside from the incense,” said Mira. “Something sweet smelling and yet acrid at the same time. Not unlike the stuff that Thunka let’s some of his guests use in the private chambers,” said Mira. Wen stopped in her tracks as she realized what it was that she could be smelling. “It’s an extremely rare herb that even Thunka did not let us use. Surely, it can’t be…diktam!” Wen said aloud.

The female artist shook her head and said, “No, I didn’t smell anything.” “Do you smell it?” I asked another female artist. The female artist also shook her head. “See, we didn’t smell anything but you smell it. Did you put it and say that you smell it yourself?” I asked Ailina with a smile. Ailina put the phone away. She explained, “Snake Grass tastes a bit sweet and emits a subtle fragrance. The fragrance is like the smell of powder. If you smell it again, you will find it slightly bitter. The smell is light and colorless.”

Li Wei then walked into the building. The fragrance, which is a combination of spices and tropical flowers, meets the sense of Li Wei's fragrance. This tropical aroma consists of the smell of Lemongrass grass (a kind of purple rod) and the aroma of jasmine flowers (melati), which gives a luxurious and oriental impression. Although Li Wei feels strange about the scent, he understands. These items are costly because of the scent that is rare to find on their Longwu continent. Li Wei was increasingly amazed by the mature preparation of the Sima Alchemist Artifacts Institute. "To me, the mini awa, the impressive smell of yesterday, was a luxurious and unforgettable welcome." They have a fragranc

It seems to be a spritz bottle filled with water and something that smells suspiciously like honey. “Hold out your hands,” she says and I do what she asks, only for her to spritz the liquid onto my wrist wraps. “Since this is a street fight now, this can’t be illegal.” “What exactly is this?” I ask, smelling the sweet scent again. “And why is it illegal in the first place?” She grins. “It’s saffron extract and if my deductions are correct, then it should help you with your fight,” she says and takes a step back from me.

As the oil oozed slowly across his pectorals, she started spreading it and kneading with her fingers. ‘What's in it?’ he murmured, closing his eyes, not embarrassed now, but suffused with a lovely relaxation. f ler fingertips moved strongly but were also exquisitely gentle, their action setting fire to the fragrance. ‘I can smell fruit,' he said breathing deeply and almost floating away. ‘The carrier is a mix of almond, wheatgerm and walnut, but the ingredient you can smell is orange oil. Pure and essential ... Fruit for the brain.’

“Something smells nice in here.” “Chai-spiced almonds,” Wren clarified, finally closing the door with a quiet snick. “And the figs are Mission variety. Quite fragrant.” Grace beelined for the kitchen island like a magnet drawn to the arranged snacks. Her eyes lit up at the spread. “Oh, thank God. I’m actually so famished.” Grace’s eyes went immediately to the bowl of almonds. “And you got the chai ones.” She grabbed a handful of the spiced almonds and shoved them in her mouth, then she turned to Wren with her cheeks still full.