Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.
I have an idol such that, were his sweet scent scattered
abroad, even an idol of stone would receive life through joy.
The scent mounts up to heaven.
I enjoy popping in to World Duty Free at the airport and trying out perfumes - I can never resist a new scent.
The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
All it has experienced, tasted, suffered The course of years, generations of animals, Oppression, recovery, friendship of sun and - Wind Will pour forth each day in the song Of its rustling foliage, in the friendly Gesture of its gently swaying crown, In the delicate sweet scent of resinous Sap moistening the sleep-glued buds, And the eternal game of lights and Shadows it plays with itself, content.
Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.
I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments, breathing in the soft, warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
A man has his distinctive personal scent which his wife, his children and his dog can recognize. A crowd has a generalized stink. The public is odorless.
I'm totally on a mission to find my signature scent, but I'm too mercurial.
The waters lull me and the scent of many gardens, and I hear
Familiar voices, and the voice I love is whispering in my ear.
I've found a different way to scent the air: already it's a by-word for despair.
The good historian is like the giant of the fairy tale. He knows that wherever he catches the scent of human flesh, there his quarry lies.
The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!
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