Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right. . . orgasms.
Just like men, perfume is never perfect right away; you have to let it seduce you.
Let us then blend everything: love, religion, genius, with sunshine, perfume, music, and poetry.
Give because you love to give - as the flower pours forth its perfume.
The perfume of natures does not usually come forth without bruising.
Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.
History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.
Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.
A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.
Perfume follows you; it chases you and lingers behind you. It's a reference mark. Perfume makes silence talk.
Her perfume was a mixture of roses and tear gas.
A perfume is an intimate object, it is the reflector of the heart.
The woman who has the best perfume is she who has none.
You wouldn't be caught wearing cheap perfume, would you? Then why do you want to wear cheap perfume in your conduct?
Dignity is like a perfume; those who use it are scarcely conscious of it.
I only used my whole life one perfume: and it's Cartier's Le Must.
Eclecticism is the degree zero of contemporary general culture: one listens to reggae, watches a western, eats McDonald's food for lunch and local cuisine for dinner, wears Paris perfume in Tokyo and retro clothes in Hong Kong; knowledge is a matter for TV games. It is easy to find a public for eclectic works.
I wash with my own soap-wear my own perfume. . . got to bed on my own sheets. . . have my own food products. I live on me.
Light-leaved acacias, by the door, Stood up in balmy air, Clusters of blossomed moonlight bore, And breathed a perfume rare.
My friends think its weird that I spray perfume on my feet.