scent is what you smell. sometimes it may seem very wonderful, and other times it may smell like crap!
IKOPHER
smelling good is very important.
sokmetimes your nose is stopped up and you cannot small any scents. it also may give you a sinus or allergy headache.
the scents i like best are citrus scents or warm scents.
i love smelling flower’s scents!
is the small i have havent paid my rent blessed by spray cans and bass line blurbs smurffin gets certian ideas morphin hordin the colors why haven they told my nose to bubble blocked scent for three days i cant even use my cents scents left over from the last time you spent the night spy watchers hovering over me have to be perfect 100 percent i dont want to smell this anymore has my time gone up yet
sam malsam
Olfaction
hamid
scent can be clasifeied into two types -bad and good..
good scent comes from flowers and perfumes, bad scent comes from garbage, sweat and smelly people who dont take bath.Perfumes can be expensive but bad smell often comes free
Ritesh
I love sweet scents! It is like having sex with a strip clubber woman.
kongo
the smell of stinky stink yargh!
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memetomancer@gmail.com
I smell incredible. I smell better than the nicest smelling flower on the globe. This is because I never wash. I rufuse baths. Ignore showers. Vomit at the thought of sponges. It’s a lonely life smelling this good. People are jealous. Jealousy stinks.
Michael Crowe
The word perfume used today derives from the Latin “scent”, meaning through smoke. Perfumery, or the art of making scents, began in ancient Mesopotamia and Egypt but was developed and further refined by the Romans and Persians. Although scents and perfumery also existed in East Asia, much of its fragrances are incense based.
The world’s first recorded chemist is considered to be a person named Tapputi, a scent maker who was mentioned in a cuneiform tablet from the second millennium BC in Mesopotamia
Thank you
this is all i know about scents
Ritesh . R
i smelled a smell that scent me scintillatingly toward my next destination, the shop of horrors known as the perfume shop. dressed in my cardigan, i knew it wouldn’t be the correct attier for a shop like this. i quickly flew around the mall and discovered about 5 shops that sold scarves. so i traded in my cardigan for a scarf and smelled so lovely it hurt. now i ache for that cardigan and will miss it till i get to cardiff. twill be a lovely drive, unless i miss the boat. seing as how the ocean is so far away, i haev to go now.
Glenna
…just a word, smell funny, I see it in green
Bartek
The scent of flowers cascades through the air, like dancers on a stage. It never stops to linger, only if for a day. Never does it judge a book by it’s cover, but only by it’s smell. Sweet, langid and lonley.
Ricklene
i love smellling
the scent of things makes me
wonder more about the world we live in
how can we smell all these amazing things
how can we humans possibly even live.
smell is a great sense that we have
so much to do with it
all the food we eat all the things we do
includes scent
its what attracts you to other people
and it gives you your unique-ness
cause everyone has their own smell.
i love scents, perfumes everything to do with it.
mah
smell of blood, smell of fear.
I can’t seem to get it out of my mind….chamomile.. the tea! The TEA!….
oh god, she’s coming…. I smell it. the scent of my own fear. it’s obnoxious. it’s stifling. I feel my death approaching, a cesspool of shit and blood, her…herherHER.
Theo Crawford
My nose is burning with this sensation. It is red like a rose and orange like the sunset. I feel it, hear it, and see it. If it were anything else, It wouldn’t be the same, but it is what it is, and that is bliss. If anything were not what it was, that would be chaos, attractive in its own way.
Zane
What a way to rememeber her by .Her sent alone held itself within the room even years after she was gone
Barry Ayres
it means so good.Mixed with flowers smells good
acclaimedtragedy
i can smell it. i can smell you. i can hear the warmth. i can feel the flower on the wave. i can hear the water… ripple. ripple. ripple. sharp sting. salt. not salt smell. salt feel. scent scent. not thinking. rose, fits what scent says, but not what scent means. scent is nicer than smell. scent is deeper.
kathryn rachel
i am reminded of springtime. the trees have blossoms on them and the flowers are springing up out of the ground. my favorite scent is lilac. i haven’t had the opportunity to smell the lilacs yet because the bushes by my house haven’t blossomed yet; i want to make sure that i do get a chance to smell them because they only have flowers on them for so long.
Annette Chiswick
The scent of a mayflower heading west on a new wind a time of long hair and bamboo nights all across the lap of dawn a curled wave would rise, it being no longer anyones or anything’s but the end of a charge, the releas of tension, the pillow kiss from the ocean to its maiden voyager.
James Downes
Scent, a sense.
Smell, taste without tongues.
A scenery of the nose, a sight without eyes.
Scent, taste the smells.
Lucii
the smell of you. on my skin. the changing shifting smell of you and your sweat, your body, it marks the time, tracks the days. cling to me, when i am away from you, be there and remind me of what you are and what i am with you, shudder through me.
SJW
the scent on his skin was like nothing i had ever smelled before. the slight intoxication of it was wooing me. I couldnt stay standing with his arms wrapped around me. i cry now thinking of it. causie i let go of that shear happiness for a man who doesn’t smell nearly as good as he did.now everytime he walks in a room i flash back to that day in his house.
Brianne
The scent of the flowers is something elusive that I have difficulties finding. It
Genesis
I walk outside feel the fresh breeze against my soft, delicate skin. The aroma of freshly cut grass and blooming trees dance around me. I smile knowing I will see him again. I smile as he walks across the street and turns back to wave and smile. I close the door, back upstairs where we just slept. Crawls under the cozy sheets and close my eyes as I press my face against his pillow, I can still smell his calogne- deep. I drift of into a dream…
Laura Akins
i wanted to get closer when i smelled
your sweat, i wanted to know why
it didn’t offend me, but as i came
closer, you just sort of disappeared
into the crowd, a sweet smelling one
in a stinky sea of thousands.
scent
Scent is what you smell all of the time people are oblivious to it but it’s there, and you need no suggestion of anything else when it’s there, it’s scent, it’s existence is pervasive, SCENT details the acridity, the moral goodness or malefactition of something before one is aware of its moral leanings, something that smells offensive is offensive, something that smells good is good. Yes, I am aware malefaction isn’t a word. SCENT, though, it’s INTERESTING, a sense we humans need little now, considering we are the dominant species on that planet, and things have been smelling worse and worse as our clutch on the planet deepens.
Milton Ashwhite
i feel the most wonderful scent one can sense: the scent of being.
Joao
your scent on my lips, the truth is i never loved you. or did i? the question runs through my mind the whole day long. it’s a question of existence, of futility. do we exist to love each other, or does love exist to make sure we do?
a dream or two perhaps will clear this up
Patrick Gauding
Scent is memory, it’s attaches itself to places and things and leads to better richer recollection. There’s that saying that it’s the strongest link to memory. It probably is. My favorite smell is my Aunt’s house, I only go there once every couple years.
Steven Bilyeu
Oh the glorious scent of her
like love blooming from a vine,
sweeter than jasmine on a summers day
how I long to make her mine!
johnflournoy
g d smell memories dad grandpa heather dogs smoke gasoline
bryan everson
this is what i smell
hell on earth this world of mine stinks of corruption
i cannot hear, i cannot see, i cannot taste, all i can do is smell the pain of this world, i can almost taste it… and it stinks
Darazio
cornchip feet of my beloved dog how i miss you
stinky breath of my husband
lavender shampoo of my children
my musky armpits no matter what i do
my old lady smelling mother- coconut perfume does not conceal
chocolate chip cookies baking makes me happy
vitamin e smell reminds me of my first boyfriend
my soul feels at home with the fresh smells following a downpour of rain
velda sensario
I love the smell of roses. At least I think I do. it always seemed like the thing to say, that you like the smell. I think they actually make my nose itch. Though, every now and then I smell a rose, normally by walking past it and reminds me of people who have passed away. Its not a sad feeling as such, just a nice reminder, like blackbirds or sunny days.
Funny how smell can make you think.
Duncan
It’s wherever I go. I can’t escape it. She’s been gone for ten years, yet it consumes me. Every morning I wake up thinking she’s still there – waiting for me to wake up, roll over, and kiss her for the first time – again.
Keith Wallace
The scent of ronaldos hair made me feel woozy, it had reminded me of poor sandra, she was in no state to move, she had lost her legs int he war, and now ronaldo stank of severed limb and rot. It was time to kill Ronaldo. i’d decided that the best way to go about it was the axe i kept in the shed.
ASSLICK
The best scent is definitely Lucky. It is a perfume and it is wonderful. It makes you happy everytime you smell its wonderful scent. I love the perfume and I wear it whenever I am sad. You always have a great day when you wear this beautiful scent of Lucky perfume
scent is what you smell. sometimes it may seem very wonderful, and other times it may smell like crap!
smelling good is very important.
sokmetimes your nose is stopped up and you cannot small any scents. it also may give you a sinus or allergy headache.
the scents i like best are citrus scents or warm scents.
i love smelling flower’s scents!
Fuck this. I want it unscented.
smell, roses, poop. lilac, nose, carpet, windex, air, wind, hear, taste, feel
is the small i have havent paid my rent blessed by spray cans and bass line blurbs smurffin gets certian ideas morphin hordin the colors why haven they told my nose to bubble blocked scent for three days i cant even use my cents scents left over from the last time you spent the night spy watchers hovering over me have to be perfect 100 percent i dont want to smell this anymore has my time gone up yet
Olfaction
scent can be clasifeied into two types -bad and good..
good scent comes from flowers and perfumes, bad scent comes from garbage, sweat and smelly people who dont take bath.Perfumes can be expensive but bad smell often comes free
I love sweet scents! It is like having sex with a strip clubber woman.
the smell of stinky stink yargh!
open a window
I smell incredible. I smell better than the nicest smelling flower on the globe. This is because I never wash. I rufuse baths. Ignore showers. Vomit at the thought of sponges. It’s a lonely life smelling this good. People are jealous. Jealousy stinks.
The word perfume used today derives from the Latin “scent”, meaning through smoke. Perfumery, or the art of making scents, began in ancient Mesopotamia and Egypt but was developed and further refined by the Romans and Persians. Although scents and perfumery also existed in East Asia, much of its fragrances are incense based.
The world’s first recorded chemist is considered to be a person named Tapputi, a scent maker who was mentioned in a cuneiform tablet from the second millennium BC in Mesopotamia
Thank you
this is all i know about scents
i smelled a smell that scent me scintillatingly toward my next destination, the shop of horrors known as the perfume shop. dressed in my cardigan, i knew it wouldn’t be the correct attier for a shop like this. i quickly flew around the mall and discovered about 5 shops that sold scarves. so i traded in my cardigan for a scarf and smelled so lovely it hurt. now i ache for that cardigan and will miss it till i get to cardiff. twill be a lovely drive, unless i miss the boat. seing as how the ocean is so far away, i haev to go now.
…just a word, smell funny, I see it in green
The scent of flowers cascades through the air, like dancers on a stage. It never stops to linger, only if for a day. Never does it judge a book by it’s cover, but only by it’s smell. Sweet, langid and lonley.
i love smellling
the scent of things makes me
wonder more about the world we live in
how can we smell all these amazing things
how can we humans possibly even live.
smell is a great sense that we have
so much to do with it
all the food we eat all the things we do
includes scent
its what attracts you to other people
and it gives you your unique-ness
cause everyone has their own smell.
i love scents, perfumes everything to do with it.
smell of blood, smell of fear.
I can’t seem to get it out of my mind….chamomile.. the tea! The TEA!….
oh god, she’s coming…. I smell it. the scent of my own fear. it’s obnoxious. it’s stifling. I feel my death approaching, a cesspool of shit and blood, her…herherHER.
My nose is burning with this sensation. It is red like a rose and orange like the sunset. I feel it, hear it, and see it. If it were anything else, It wouldn’t be the same, but it is what it is, and that is bliss. If anything were not what it was, that would be chaos, attractive in its own way.
What a way to rememeber her by .Her sent alone held itself within the room even years after she was gone
it means so good.Mixed with flowers smells good
i can smell it. i can smell you. i can hear the warmth. i can feel the flower on the wave. i can hear the water… ripple. ripple. ripple. sharp sting. salt. not salt smell. salt feel. scent scent. not thinking. rose, fits what scent says, but not what scent means. scent is nicer than smell. scent is deeper.
i am reminded of springtime. the trees have blossoms on them and the flowers are springing up out of the ground. my favorite scent is lilac. i haven’t had the opportunity to smell the lilacs yet because the bushes by my house haven’t blossomed yet; i want to make sure that i do get a chance to smell them because they only have flowers on them for so long.
The scent of a mayflower heading west on a new wind a time of long hair and bamboo nights all across the lap of dawn a curled wave would rise, it being no longer anyones or anything’s but the end of a charge, the releas of tension, the pillow kiss from the ocean to its maiden voyager.
Scent, a sense.
Smell, taste without tongues.
A scenery of the nose, a sight without eyes.
Scent, taste the smells.
the smell of you. on my skin. the changing shifting smell of you and your sweat, your body, it marks the time, tracks the days. cling to me, when i am away from you, be there and remind me of what you are and what i am with you, shudder through me.
the scent on his skin was like nothing i had ever smelled before. the slight intoxication of it was wooing me. I couldnt stay standing with his arms wrapped around me. i cry now thinking of it. causie i let go of that shear happiness for a man who doesn’t smell nearly as good as he did.now everytime he walks in a room i flash back to that day in his house.
The scent of the flowers is something elusive that I have difficulties finding. It
I walk outside feel the fresh breeze against my soft, delicate skin. The aroma of freshly cut grass and blooming trees dance around me. I smile knowing I will see him again. I smile as he walks across the street and turns back to wave and smile. I close the door, back upstairs where we just slept. Crawls under the cozy sheets and close my eyes as I press my face against his pillow, I can still smell his calogne- deep. I drift of into a dream…
i wanted to get closer when i smelled
your sweat, i wanted to know why
it didn’t offend me, but as i came
closer, you just sort of disappeared
into the crowd, a sweet smelling one
in a stinky sea of thousands.
Scent is what you smell all of the time people are oblivious to it but it’s there, and you need no suggestion of anything else when it’s there, it’s scent, it’s existence is pervasive, SCENT details the acridity, the moral goodness or malefactition of something before one is aware of its moral leanings, something that smells offensive is offensive, something that smells good is good. Yes, I am aware malefaction isn’t a word. SCENT, though, it’s INTERESTING, a sense we humans need little now, considering we are the dominant species on that planet, and things have been smelling worse and worse as our clutch on the planet deepens.
i feel the most wonderful scent one can sense: the scent of being.
your scent on my lips, the truth is i never loved you. or did i? the question runs through my mind the whole day long. it’s a question of existence, of futility. do we exist to love each other, or does love exist to make sure we do?
a dream or two perhaps will clear this up
Scent is memory, it’s attaches itself to places and things and leads to better richer recollection. There’s that saying that it’s the strongest link to memory. It probably is. My favorite smell is my Aunt’s house, I only go there once every couple years.
Oh the glorious scent of her
like love blooming from a vine,
sweeter than jasmine on a summers day
how I long to make her mine!
g d smell memories dad grandpa heather dogs smoke gasoline
this is what i smell
hell on earth this world of mine stinks of corruption
i cannot hear, i cannot see, i cannot taste, all i can do is smell the pain of this world, i can almost taste it… and it stinks
cornchip feet of my beloved dog how i miss you
stinky breath of my husband
lavender shampoo of my children
my musky armpits no matter what i do
my old lady smelling mother- coconut perfume does not conceal
chocolate chip cookies baking makes me happy
vitamin e smell reminds me of my first boyfriend
my soul feels at home with the fresh smells following a downpour of rain
I love the smell of roses. At least I think I do. it always seemed like the thing to say, that you like the smell. I think they actually make my nose itch. Though, every now and then I smell a rose, normally by walking past it and reminds me of people who have passed away. Its not a sad feeling as such, just a nice reminder, like blackbirds or sunny days.
Funny how smell can make you think.
It’s wherever I go. I can’t escape it. She’s been gone for ten years, yet it consumes me. Every morning I wake up thinking she’s still there – waiting for me to wake up, roll over, and kiss her for the first time – again.
The scent of ronaldos hair made me feel woozy, it had reminded me of poor sandra, she was in no state to move, she had lost her legs int he war, and now ronaldo stank of severed limb and rot. It was time to kill Ronaldo. i’d decided that the best way to go about it was the axe i kept in the shed.
The best scent is definitely Lucky. It is a perfume and it is wonderful. It makes you happy everytime you smell its wonderful scent. I love the perfume and I wear it whenever I am sad. You always have a great day when you wear this beautiful scent of Lucky perfume