The Tyrant's Only Perfumer Novels & Stories

Lagpas bewang ang straight nitong buhok, at may katangkaran. "Who is she?" Madam Carmela asked. "She's Elara, Elara Monroe of FLQ cosmetics. She's my fiance." F-Fiance?

"Why? What do you want from me now? Hindi pa ba sapat ang lahat ng ginawa mo? Are you here to humiliate me some more?" "I said get in, Yna," he repeated, his voice stern and dangerous. "I still have things that belong to you. I had my staff pack everything from the house. I’m not keeping anything that reminds me of you. And certainly nothing of yours stays with me." Tumayo ako nang dahan-dahan, ang tuhod ko ay nanginginig. I walked towards the car, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs. Binuksan ko ang pinto at sumakay sa likod, hindi ako naglakas-loob na umupo sa tabi niya sa harap. The air inside the car smelled like him—expensive cologne, cigar, and that distinct scent that used to

He inhaled the smoke filling his lungs before he puffed out the smoke. He rested his head on the back of the seat and closed his eyes again, images of Sugar appeared on his mind again. Her beautiful smile and the sexy way she handled herself. He can even smell her sweet strawberry scent and he could hear the voice that sent tingles all over his body; sweet yet sexy. Nababaliw na talaga siya. Naiinis na siya sa babaeng iyon, pero mas nainis siya sa sarili. “F*ck, who’s that chick Alfie brought? Damn those curves, man!” si Tyler.

Fuck. Even the scent of his perfume which I immediately recognized, Dior Sauvage, radiating from him makes me fucking dizzy. At this point, all I wanted to do is to grab his neck and do the unholy shits running and circling in my fucked up mind. Behave. You fucking behave, Antoinette! I caught him licking his lips, that's why I forced my eyes away and released a deep sigh. My lips keep on twitching as I force my eyes away from him to look outside and watch the busy street instead.

"She’s bones and dust in a Filipino grave." ​But the paranoia was a persistent itch under her skin. She walked toward the vanity, where a tray of silver-bottled perfumes and crystal decanters sat. She grabbed a bottle of her signature scent—Bulgarian Rose and Oudh—and sprayed it aggressively into the air. The mist felt like needles on her face. She hated the smell. It reminded her of funerals. It reminded her of the smell of the Valderrama vaults where secrets were buried.

“Sir, magtatanong lang naman po sana—” Naputol ang sasabihin niya nang marahang hinaplos ni Tyron ang basa niyang buhok. Napapikit siya saglit. Naamoy niya agad ang mamahalin nitong perfume na may halong alak pero hindi masakit sa ilong. “You’re freezing,” mahina nitong sabi. Unti-unting bumaba ang tingin ni Tyron sa labi niya. At doon lalo siyang kinabahan.

As if he’s trying to play and be familiar with this air and tension. Amoy na amoy ko siya. A hint of mint, Bourbon, and yes —a masculine perfume that’s probably worth a hundred thousand in our money. Kung sa kanya kasi, tiyak akong barya barya lang ‘yon. Gumapang ang kamay niya patungo sa mga hita ko. Mabilis kong pinagdikit lalo ang dalawang hita ko at taas noo siyang tinignan. “What?”

Ilang sandali silang nagtitigan, walang kumikibo. Amoy niya agad ang scent nito, sariwa, nakakalasing. Lumalakas ang kabog ng dibdib niya. Nakatitig siya sa mga mata nito, kulay ng pinakamalalim na dagat. Para bang puwede siyang mawala roon ng matagal, and she wouldn’t even care. Pinilit niyang bumalik sa sarili. “Good morning,” bati niya, sinubukang gawing kalmado ang boses kahit nagwawala ang mga butterflies sa tiyan niya.

utos ni Rowan kay Samuel. Si Sunny naman ay ngumisi at gumawa ng tunog na "tut-tut" habang nakatingin kay Samuel. Ayaw lumapit ni Samuel, "Uncle, huwag mong pakasalan siya, Tyrannosaurus Rex siya." Si Sunny ay sumagot, "Ano bang ginawa ko sa'yo? Hindi ba't mabait naman ako sa'yo tuwing magkasama tayo sa lamesa?"

'Wag naman sana. Natahimik ako dahil sa nanunuot na panlalaking amoy ni Lucian sa ilong ko. Napakabango. Smells so expensive. Kaya siguro maraming bigatin na mga babae ang naririnig ko noon na nagkakandarapa sa lalaking 'to. Amoy pa lang eh pamatay na sa sobrang bango. Tumaas ang isang kilay ko. “Aanhin naman ang bango kung masama naman ang ugali,” sabi ko sa isip ko.