a good smell. soft and significant. someone’s fragrance can tell a lot about them! it can tell you if they are aggressive and seek attention or are shy and long to blend in with the crows. the fragrance of a rose is my favorite. it smells like comfort and home. i like the fragrance of my kitchen.
I’m still on the quest to find my perfect fragrance. I try to match the scent of one to my personality but most of the time I can’t get it right. I have one from bath and body works now that I think is good, but I feel like it’s more sexual then fun and flirty which is what I want. I just have to find it.
The fragrance was as her strong as the pain in her heart
she hid it deep
but it stung, it was sharp
she wanted it to go
to escape through her soul
one day it would
she just had to keep on
perfumes. it makes me think of sarah jessica parker which is sorta awkward because i dont even like her. I dont wear a fragrance. I feel like that word is almost outdated. it sounds nice i think that now that ive heard it i will use that word more often. It makes me think of something fresh and airy (not sarah jessica parker…)
The smell that fills my senses with an odd familiarity. Like walking into a house you’ve never entered and knowing all the rules. I’ve smelled this fragrance before but the memory is distant. It may not even exist.
they smell pretty nice. I always look for one that is just right for me but can never find the perfect one. I think i found it in the bath and body works scent that I have but im still not sure. i want something that says hey look at me im elise not hey look at me im trying to be something that im probably not.
I met a man who wore a strong fragrance once. He was odd. Although, so was everyone else in that bar. And they were all men… it was strange. I think some of them were confused, because they were wearing their sisters clothes or something….
what is with this chemical stuff, i wonder. why do people sit in laboratories to imitate what could be got outdoors? because: not everyone has an outdoors. more people want to smell like the outdoors than have an outdoors.
flow flower free falling in the smell of monotonous grapple and trees of tainted flurrys in the snow i dont know how else to describe it but it smells like spring and fall, pumpkin and fish the ocean and kangaroos, this smell is everything and nothing all in itself.
The fragrance of the flowers. The wind blows it through the air and as I bike to class, I encounter other smells. But the fragrance of the flowers is stronger.
smelly ew don’t wear that anymore or at least don’t wear so much i am sitting on a bus next to someone who wears too much of it and i am thinking that she should reconsider both how much she puts on in the morning and the kind she puts on. lotion is nice and so are shampoo, nice and light, think about it think it over.
what is it about someones scent that drives one wild. that ting of sweet sugar that a female spritzes on herself, or that hot smell that just screams “yeah thats a man”. What is it about a fragrance that drives human instinct to fornicate?
It smelled like France. Not like a baguette, but of the entire essence of the place. She reminded me of a better place, and boy, was I glad to wake up next to her in the morning. She tells me to move with her, but I can’t. Schooling isn’t important to her, and I only wish she could understand how badly I want to be a chemist.
Her sleep was fitfull; her mind full of strange symbols. Turning over she opened her eyes. Maria lifted her head and sniffed the air. There was that fragrance again. Breathing out her breath swirled in front of her like a smokey cloud. It was so cold in the room, she shivered. She felt silky fingers brush her skin. “Who’s there?” she whispered.
It smells so fine, like spring time all year long. It can be sweet and buttery like cookies at Christmas. It can be seductive and charming, or it can be awful and smell like you’ve been rolling in garbage.
Its a bright day outside and the boys playing in the field can see the fragrance on the air, wafts of seeds from flowers and nearby trees floating on the breeze as they dance and play.
A beautiful smell, wafting from below, fills my nostrils. Intoxicating and beautiful, the aroma of her scent brainwashes my senses and paralyzes my fears. I let down the walls and let her charm fill my every pore.
Even though you’re a thousand miles away I can still remember every detail of your face, every mark on your body. Sometimes if I allow my mind to wonder far enough, I can still remember the intimate tracing of your fingertips across my skin. Invisible fingerprints embedded in a sea of hope. These are the moments in which I would breathe in deeply, it seemed, for the first time. Inhale, you. Exhale, you. Breathing to survive.
a disgusting thing that flies into my face while walking through the mall. worse yet, it is the first thing i notice when descending from Mt. Rainier. The thing that tells me I am about to come back to reality. To where people actually choose the things they do to wear on their bodies. Like some primitive mating call. And it strikes you first, then the finish is always the most bitter of all…why?
i love your fragance is sweet and tasty its lovely and hasty i want your spring to come into my lips with the flavor escence or your incrementation of odor smell aroma, lyrical esxperience of the innocence you must have died in school.
Jess stumbled into the streetside shop and was hit by a huge scent. “Huge” is not a word she would generally use for a smell, but it worked here. She nearly fell over again as she walked in further, more and more curious with every footstep.
I know you
I used to visit every day
Early before the sun even thought to rise
Late when darkness permeates the skin.
I remember that smell
The ever-changing fragrance
of victory and defeat.
I’ve moved on now
but your memories will always remain
Her fragrance wasn’t at all enchanting. She wore only a hint of perfume, probably left from the day before. But it was that lack, that lack of caring that made her so inticing. Made you want to bury your nose in her neck and breath her in until there was nothing left, just so the world did have any chance. She looked up with a smile and laughed, mocking my expression.
Everyone always tells me I have a very specific scent. Alisa once described it as a good smell mixed with a bad smell to create a good smell. I think it’s a combination of the deodorant I’ve used since I was 12, showing every few days, and lots of daydreaming.
to say that this move by ricky rejection smelled was putting it way too politely.his fragrance of deception was painted all over this just like an old lady wearing way too much perfume.the fact that ricky was going to die in her body gave her no comfort.
well:where there was a will there was a way{now:how many machines thought that?!?}
AHHH I’ve written about fragrance three times. Because I signed up, and I didn’t get the email OOPZ. fragrance is really nice though, I wish I had one (once again) they smell nice, sometimes they dont smell nice, sometimes they are too strong, you can never go too light. Go fragrance.
is a smell commonly used to describe yummy scents. Fragrance also seems to be associated more with women and their perfumes. Fragrance came up on apples to apples and I chose Chris’s card Girl’s Scout (cookies).
The fragrance of the flowers wafted towards Brad. He grimaced and turned away, feeling that the beauty of the flowers shouldn’t be ruined by his image. After all, he is a monster. A killer. A soldier. Without a soul or a hope for a decent night’s sleep.
a good smell. soft and significant. someone’s fragrance can tell a lot about them! it can tell you if they are aggressive and seek attention or are shy and long to blend in with the crows. the fragrance of a rose is my favorite. it smells like comfort and home. i like the fragrance of my kitchen.
I’m still on the quest to find my perfect fragrance. I try to match the scent of one to my personality but most of the time I can’t get it right. I have one from bath and body works now that I think is good, but I feel like it’s more sexual then fun and flirty which is what I want. I just have to find it.
He said he wore no fragrance, but his scent was such that she had to close her eyes to keep from reaching out to him.
smell
beauty
woman
perfume
scent
attraction
men
comfort
yummy
enjoyable
smile
warm
The fragrance was as her strong as the pain in her heart
she hid it deep
but it stung, it was sharp
she wanted it to go
to escape through her soul
one day it would
she just had to keep on
the fragrance of the flowers was intoxicating
perfumes. it makes me think of sarah jessica parker which is sorta awkward because i dont even like her. I dont wear a fragrance. I feel like that word is almost outdated. it sounds nice i think that now that ive heard it i will use that word more often. It makes me think of something fresh and airy (not sarah jessica parker…)
The smell that fills my senses with an odd familiarity. Like walking into a house you’ve never entered and knowing all the rules. I’ve smelled this fragrance before but the memory is distant. It may not even exist.
it’s smelly. it’s romantic. it attracts men, if it’s a good fragrance. The best ones come in a bottle. Good gifts. Helps our sense of smell. Yum.
they smell pretty nice. I always look for one that is just right for me but can never find the perfect one. I think i found it in the bath and body works scent that I have but im still not sure. i want something that says hey look at me im elise not hey look at me im trying to be something that im probably not.
I met a man who wore a strong fragrance once. He was odd. Although, so was everyone else in that bar. And they were all men… it was strange. I think some of them were confused, because they were wearing their sisters clothes or something….
what is with this chemical stuff, i wonder. why do people sit in laboratories to imitate what could be got outdoors? because: not everyone has an outdoors. more people want to smell like the outdoors than have an outdoors.
flow flower free falling in the smell of monotonous grapple and trees of tainted flurrys in the snow i dont know how else to describe it but it smells like spring and fall, pumpkin and fish the ocean and kangaroos, this smell is everything and nothing all in itself.
The fragrance of the flowers. The wind blows it through the air and as I bike to class, I encounter other smells. But the fragrance of the flowers is stronger.
smelly ew don’t wear that anymore or at least don’t wear so much i am sitting on a bus next to someone who wears too much of it and i am thinking that she should reconsider both how much she puts on in the morning and the kind she puts on. lotion is nice and so are shampoo, nice and light, think about it think it over.
what is it about someones scent that drives one wild. that ting of sweet sugar that a female spritzes on herself, or that hot smell that just screams “yeah thats a man”. What is it about a fragrance that drives human instinct to fornicate?
It smelled like France. Not like a baguette, but of the entire essence of the place. She reminded me of a better place, and boy, was I glad to wake up next to her in the morning. She tells me to move with her, but I can’t. Schooling isn’t important to her, and I only wish she could understand how badly I want to be a chemist.
Her sleep was fitfull; her mind full of strange symbols. Turning over she opened her eyes. Maria lifted her head and sniffed the air. There was that fragrance again. Breathing out her breath swirled in front of her like a smokey cloud. It was so cold in the room, she shivered. She felt silky fingers brush her skin. “Who’s there?” she whispered.
something inhaled, felt, sensed, selected
bottled, packaged
perfumed
per
your
preferred pretty poodle
pleh!
It smells so fine, like spring time all year long. It can be sweet and buttery like cookies at Christmas. It can be seductive and charming, or it can be awful and smell like you’ve been rolling in garbage.
Smell the smell,
See the sights.
Take notice of details,
Leave the rest to life.
Something as simple,
As a flower’s fragrance
Can bring back the meaning
Can bring back remembrance.
The fragrance of life can only bring wonder to those who recognizes its scent! Think!!!
i once enjoyed the fragrance of love. but alas, it was one carried by a swift breeze
Its a bright day outside and the boys playing in the field can see the fragrance on the air, wafts of seeds from flowers and nearby trees floating on the breeze as they dance and play.
A beautiful smell, wafting from below, fills my nostrils. Intoxicating and beautiful, the aroma of her scent brainwashes my senses and paralyzes my fears. I let down the walls and let her charm fill my every pore.
Like a wave against a rock
the intoxicating smell bears down
on my nose the law on a bandit.
Memories of laying in bed
flood my thoughts and all
I can taste is the mint of gum
that your tongue always taste like.
Even though you’re a thousand miles away I can still remember every detail of your face, every mark on your body. Sometimes if I allow my mind to wonder far enough, I can still remember the intimate tracing of your fingertips across my skin. Invisible fingerprints embedded in a sea of hope. These are the moments in which I would breathe in deeply, it seemed, for the first time. Inhale, you. Exhale, you. Breathing to survive.
a disgusting thing that flies into my face while walking through the mall. worse yet, it is the first thing i notice when descending from Mt. Rainier. The thing that tells me I am about to come back to reality. To where people actually choose the things they do to wear on their bodies. Like some primitive mating call. And it strikes you first, then the finish is always the most bitter of all…why?
i love your fragance is sweet and tasty its lovely and hasty i want your spring to come into my lips with the flavor escence or your incrementation of odor smell aroma, lyrical esxperience of the innocence you must have died in school.
Jess stumbled into the streetside shop and was hit by a huge scent. “Huge” is not a word she would generally use for a smell, but it worked here. She nearly fell over again as she walked in further, more and more curious with every footstep.
I know you
I used to visit every day
Early before the sun even thought to rise
Late when darkness permeates the skin.
I remember that smell
The ever-changing fragrance
of victory and defeat.
I’ve moved on now
but your memories will always remain
I smell poison.
Rose thorns.
Your aura is sickening
Her fragrance wasn’t at all enchanting. She wore only a hint of perfume, probably left from the day before. But it was that lack, that lack of caring that made her so inticing. Made you want to bury your nose in her neck and breath her in until there was nothing left, just so the world did have any chance. She looked up with a smile and laughed, mocking my expression.
Everyone always tells me I have a very specific scent. Alisa once described it as a good smell mixed with a bad smell to create a good smell. I think it’s a combination of the deodorant I’ve used since I was 12, showing every few days, and lots of daydreaming.
I smell the delicious fragrance of my Childs breath as he excitedly tells me he just ate seven Bambas!
to say that this move by ricky rejection smelled was putting it way too politely.his fragrance of deception was painted all over this just like an old lady wearing way too much perfume.the fact that ricky was going to die in her body gave her no comfort.
well:where there was a will there was a way{now:how many machines thought that?!?}
AHHH I’ve written about fragrance three times. Because I signed up, and I didn’t get the email OOPZ. fragrance is really nice though, I wish I had one (once again) they smell nice, sometimes they dont smell nice, sometimes they are too strong, you can never go too light. Go fragrance.
is a smell commonly used to describe yummy scents. Fragrance also seems to be associated more with women and their perfumes. Fragrance came up on apples to apples and I chose Chris’s card Girl’s Scout (cookies).
The fragrance of the flowers wafted towards Brad. He grimaced and turned away, feeling that the beauty of the flowers shouldn’t be ruined by his image. After all, he is a monster. A killer. A soldier. Without a soul or a hope for a decent night’s sleep.
yummy delicious fruits.
in a meadow with fresh spring winds, and flowers.
leaves blowing in the wind.
I feel free. so free.