Unscented 소설 & 이야기

“Really guys, think about what you say before you say it. Geez, he doesn’t get all the fun in this relationship. He works just as hard as I do. Also, this is an art and well, he doesn’t have the skills, talent, or training. So, let’s keep him in a place where he has skills, talent, and training. Everyone will be happier than. Also, please don’t beg me to send requests or proposals to Jordan. I don’t have anything to do with his work and I won’t send any proposals his way. The liability and responsibility are not part of my job.” “Now what is in my wheelhouse is knowing which and how much essential oils to add and when. That’s what we specialize in here. A sensory experience for everyone. Whe

asked Mercy worried, she kept looking around but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “I picked up a scent that is not a wolf,” Ambrosia told her, Suzie sniffed around and picked up the scent as well, it was unfamiliar but it was not a rogue, the scent was calming for some strange reason. “What is it Suzie?” asked Mercy standing protectively in front of Luka and Ambrosia. “I don’t know Luna but it’s not rogues, it’s strange but unbelievably calming” Mercy frowned, who could the scent belong to them or what?

She said to me. I walked towards her and stopped in front of her. "Is what you say true?" I ask. She nodded her head. I was a little skeptical of her words. But the desire to be Luna overcomes my inner skeptic. "What's your method?" She pulls out a scented candle and says, "Light it and let the scent emanate into the air. It's colorless, odorless, and absolutely undetectable." "Any man who inhales the scent will become disoriented and crave sex. The aphrodisiac effect cannot be undone except by intercourse with a woman."

" Your scent is indeed unique, Cinnamon, sweet oranges, the rain...uh..." He titled my head so I could look into his eyes. " But it is difficult to understand. It's changes frequently, something I suspect has a connection to what you really are," I smiled tightly. " How do you smell me? I didn't even spray any deodorant and I can only smell a deodorant when it used," " Deodorants and body scent are two different thing, according to myth, body scent is that smell which one is born with and how the scent smells like is usually connected to the powers such person would exhibit,"

' No all my moves are calculated and Ruelle is getting questionable about how I act ' He thought as he quietly sighed 'But how?' Just dont. Simple as said. But the acheing and burning hot bond of them both is like an electric current that exhilarates and electrifies the spark of both of them into ignition. That their scents become to potent to even ignore or bother, not that it was bad. It smelled like notes of warm vanilla and his like lilac musk with a hint of green mint eucalyptus leaves

HAILEE. I woke up to the familiar scent of Sebastian lingering around me, but when I opened my eyes, I realized he wasn't here. The scent of Sebastian was a complex and captivating aroma that penetrated the air and lingered in the room long after he had left. It was a potent blend of musk and cedarwood, intertwined with the subtle notes of fresh pine and earthy undertones that seemed to evoke a sense of wildness and danger. The scent was powerful, yet alluring, drawing me in like a moth to a flame, tempting me with its primal essence. As I breathed in his scent, I felt a surge of desire that sent shivers down my spine, leaving me longing for more of this intoxicating fragrance. It was as if

The scab on the wound had fallen off, leaving a faint pink mark. Remembering that day, I sighed softly and took out the scar removal cream, carefully applying it to the wound. The cream had a faint, pleasant medicinal scent that I liked. The bottle was pure white, small and exquisite, with no label indicating its origin or name. It looked more like a private formulation. Wendy's words echoed in my ears. She was tireless in trying to introduce me to potential boyfriends. While her words might be exaggerated, they weren't completely made up.

Her bоdy оdоr was dоminated by sweat, but with a slight hint оf summer flоwers that he had never nоtiсed in this area. Anоther undertоne in the fragranсe nоte, very faint, sо that оnly his supernaturally sensitive senses соuld perсeive him, tiсkled anоther instinсt in him that he thоught he had lоng fоrgоtten.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

From June's Perspective The air in the boutique has fundamentally shifted. It’s no longer scented with Leila’s calming lavender and the neutral smell of new fabric; it’s thick, heavy, and saturated with the scent of Fenris, rain-soaked cedar, crushed mint, and a dense, muscular warmth that seems to coat the back of my throat.