The Perfume Collector Synopsis Novels & Stories

After I was done dressing up, I sprayed my perfume to also smell nice, and then I went to meet him in his room. He was already done preparing, and he was just putting on his wristwatch. "Are you done already?" he said to me as he dressed his collar. I responded to him, and then he came closer to me. "You look smart by the way, but what is the name of your perfume brand?" he asked me as he smelled my clothes. "Erm... this is a Maison Francis product. Is there any problem?" I asked him. He refused to admit that there was something wrong with it, but then he insisted that I make use of his own. I took it from him and sprayed it on my body before handing it back to him.

"As much as I wanted to rip this fucking dress off right now, I would preserve it for later. The show is important for you and all of us. Everyone is waiting for us there Baby." "Uhu... No, I..." But he didn't let her finish and kissed her once again. But, before she could feel the pleasure, he stopped and break the kiss, making her grumpy at the function. Soon, the award ceremony started and the announcement of the best perfume was 'essence of dreams' and of course, the perfumer is Scarlett. It was even told that her perfumer surpassed the method and popularity of the legendary perfume 'love drops'. And this perfume she specially designed thinking of her mother.

Olivia looked at her with some sympathy while shaking her head. When Julie heard this, it could be said that her heart returned to its proper place. After taking care of Olivia, when Jessica arrived, the Cassano family estate was basically in her hands. In the office… Nicholas received a call from Luna. The phone informed him that the results of the perfume comparison had been released, and he could confirm that the perfume on the envelope was exactly the same as the one on the handkerchief he had provided. Furthermore, Jessica personally mentioned that this perfume had been developed especially for her by a French master perfumer.

he looked exactly like Caleb. But then, he blinked, and the frantic, bumbling baker returned. "Madame!" he squeaked, his accent hitting a glass-shattering register. "You are... you are touching ze secret ingredients! It is bad luck for ze chef!" "Jean-Pierre," I said, my voice steady despite the hammer of my heart. "Why do you have this? This is my ex-husband’s cologne. It’s custom-made. There isn't another bottle of this on the planet."

But she had made only one bottle of the same perfume and then she left from there with Piya. However, the person whose duty it was to collect the samples. He accidentally kept the bottles prepared by Swati along with the other samples and took them to the meeting room to show them. All the other experts were so busy with their work that they too did not pay attention to it. He had thought that he would let Swati make perfume for now but later he would throw that perfume in the dustbin. But when he noticed this, he realised that he had made a big mistake. This might affect their deal.

“To begin with, I’m Kenneth Parker’s son from his first marriage. I didn’t get along with Nora, Ryan’s mother and my father’s second wife, so I left the Parker family fairly early on.” Nathan looked at me. “You knew?” I smiled wryly. “I only found out recently too.” It would probably take him some time to understand all of this. “So how did you collect Sophie’s perfume?” I asked. Lucas smiled. “I didn’t do anything special. She came right up to me, reeking of it.” He looked down at me and smiled. “She was probably trying to get me on her side.” I could not help laughing. “That does sound like Sophie.”

Really look. See the twelve-year-old boy who lost a family. See the man who built an empire on that wound. See the collector who can't stop collecting. "I told you I was a collector, Isla. I just didn't tell you I was collecting heads. Marcus's father destroyed my chance at a family. Now I'm destroying his."

“Wait, no, that sounded so weird. I didn’t mean it like that, you know. I’m not a dog or whatever.” “So, how?” I asked again. “Your perfume!” she said quickly, “It’s Frantz.” I was a lot more confused than I was a second ago. “Frantz?” Anne scoffed in disbelief at my face, “I can’t believe you don’t know your husband’s signature line. I’ve collected their perfume for years! Limited, overly expensive. I know what it smells like from a mile away.” I stared at her while she ranted about how it was discontinued, and that I should convince Arlo to release it again. But honestly, I was thankful that whatever Anne was saying was pulling my mind away from all the pain and anger in me.

Ethan was in a meeting, so I waited in his office. That was when Sophia walked in. She politely brought in coffee, and when she bent forward, I caught the familiar scent of cologne. Just as Joy had described, it was Ethan's scent. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I asked suddenly. Her hand trembled, spilling hot coffee on herself, leaving red marks instantly. She looked fragile and helpless as her eyes darted away. Flustered, she crouched down to clean the mess and did not answer.

Not Mina’s familiar warm scent, not the floral scents from my garden, not even the familiar scent of Hunter’s cologne. It’s the same perfume I smelled earlier. The expensive, luxurious one. The one I hate. I push open the study door, and a wave of Hunter’s and a woman’s scent washes over me. My blood runs cold. “Hunter?”