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In Marin County, north of San Francisco, the search for a safe haven resulted in a new apartment complex - the first, and only, such government-sponsored project aimed at MCS.

Inside, on a bed of black velvet, lay an exquisite perfume bottle designed from rose-colored glass caged in a silver overlay that twined about the glass like living vines. In the very center of the oval shaped bottle, the silver was formed into the image of a lily in full bloom. It was likely the most precious and expensive gift Lily had ever been given. She ran her fingertips over the delicate silver work before lifting the bottle from its velvet bed to allow the candlelight to shine through the rose-colored glass. She noticed then a folded slip of paper still in the box. Setting the perfume bottle in the valley of her lap, she lifted the paper and broke the tiny wax seal. In his precise, slanted script, Lord Harte had written: I was unforgivably remiss in not having a gift for you the other night. I chose the elements for this blend myself. It made me think of you. Lily brushed her thumb over the ink before setting the note back into the box. Then she shifted the bottle and removed the glass stopper. The scent wafting from the bottle was light, but heady. She noticed first the rich notes of clove and honey before her senses were claimed by the smooth, velvety scent of jasmine. Lily closed her eyes, allowing the aromatic infusion to settle into her awareness. There was another element hidden deep within the perfume. A layer of earthiness that warmed her blood. Sandalwood. Lily was enthralled. It was a complex and lovely scent. Floral and exotic, light and dark. Impossibly sensual. And it made him think of her. Something deep and fundamental spread through her core, and she understood why young ladies were warned so often not to accept gifts from gentlemen. It was a personal and intimate thing to acknowledge how he had wanted her to have something he chose himself.

It's a lovely mask," Sara said, toying with the narrow black silk ribbons before tying it in place. Monique had artfully fashioned it out of black silk and lace, and glinting blue sapphires that matched her gown. "I'm not nervous at all." It was true. She felt as if some reckless stranger had replaced her usual cautious self. The midnight-blue gown molded to her figure, cut so low that her breasts seemed ready to spill from the meager bodice. A broad satin sash fastened with a gold buckle emphasized her small waist. The mask covered the upper half of her face but revealed her lips, which Monique and Lily had insisted on darkening with the faintest hint of rouge. Laboriously they had arranged her hair in a cluster of curls on top of her head, allowing a few ringlets to dangle teasingly against her cheeks and neck. A perfume that reminded Sara of roses blended with some deeper foresty scent had been applied sparingly to her bosom and throat. "A triumph," Monique had declared, gloating over the transformation. "Beautiful, worldly, but still fresh and young... ah, chérie, you will make many conquests tonight!" "Stunning," Lily had said, beaming with delight. "What a stir she'll cause.

Niké, après quelques minutes d’escalade, abandonna la compétition pour admirer les fleurs sauvages qui diapraient la montagne comme une mosaïque. …Si elle tressait une guirlande ? Elle leva vers Nicias, qui continuait l’ascension, son visage lisse comme une olive, ou brillait un regard malicieux : — Quand tu seras en haut, ne t’envole pas ! Le garçon s’arrêta : — Tu ne joues plus ? — Je préfère cueillir des fleurs pour Artémis. — La statue de la déesse ? — Oui. Sur le mont Mangone, giroflées, asphodèles, mauves, géraniums, œillets, marjolaines, absinthes, croissaient à plaisir. L’air surchauffé entêtait comme une cassolette. Niké, les bras surchargés, pensa : « Ce n’est pas étonnant que les chiens perdent la trace du gibier quand ils sont en montagne… » Elle hésita à cueillir les ombelles du sélinon en pensant que la plante sécrétait un suc qui était un poison pour les oiseaux. Or, Artémis trônait dans un bois où chardonnerets, pinsons et serins étaient nombreux. S’ils allaient picorer la guirlande ? La fillette renonça au léger nuage des ombelles pour lui préférer une touffe de silènes d’un rose d’aurore. La guirlande devenait ravissante.

O poeta canta em verso mas fica cheio de prosa. A poetisa cria o Universo com o perfume de rosa...

I thought of myself mixing the fragrance of a certain day – the heavy musk of the hillside after the rain with the lightness of fresh blossoms doused in the downpour. I thought of each little bottle as the essence of a happy day or a sad one. I mixed the scent of a lonely moment – sandalwood and bergamot lingering over a rich, peppery base.

It's not very easy to grow up into a woman. We are always taught, almost bombarded, with ideals of what we should be at every age in our lives: "This is what you should wear at age twenty", "That is what you must act like at age twenty-five", "This is what you should be doing when you are seventeen." But amidst all the many voices that bark all these orders and set all of these ideals for girls today, there lacks the voice of assurance. There is no comfort and assurance. I want to be able to say, that there are four things admirable for a woman to be, at any age! Whether you are four or forty-four or nineteen! It's always wonderful to be elegant, it's always fashionable to have grace, it's always glamorous to be brave, and it's always important to own a delectable perfume! Yes, wearing a beautiful fragrance is in style at any age!

Love may be able to force you into precarious situations, it may lead you into double-edged bonfires and you don't smell the smoke, you only see the temptation of a perfume.

Make me drunk. Make me drunk, Beloved. I crave your drink. Break these thought chains and tear these garments. I crave your nakedness. I’m speaking to you. I’m speaking to you, Beloved Take me to the depths of your ocean. I’m thirsting for your drink. I have followed the scent of your intoxicating perfume and having arrived at this altar, I sacrifice my body for your soul. Oh Beloved, make me drunk. Make me drunk!

Man's pursuit of fragrance is, in reality, merely humanity coveting and cloaking itself in the very best of nature. Marian Bendeth Global Fragrance Expert, Sixth Scents

Non si è mai completamente vestiti senza profumo!

Nothing belongs to itself anymore. These trees are yours because you once looked at them. These streets are yours because you once traversed them. These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you. They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume. You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you. You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair. The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak. Nothing belongs to itself anymore. You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours. He sits with us in darkness now to plot how to make you ours.” K.K.

Now the road was crossing orange groves in flower, and the nuptial scent of the blossoms absorbed the rest as a full moon does a landscape; the smell of sweating horses, the smell of leather from the carriage upholstery, the smell of Prince and the smell of Jesuit, were all cancelled out by that Islamic perfume evoking houris and fleshly joys beyond the grave.

Of what use to the flowers are their sweet odors? Do they themselves enjoy them? No. Are they meant for the pleasure of animals? Did you ever see a sheep or a dog pause before a rose to inhale its perfume? Then it was for man alone that the rich treasures are meant. Wherefore? That they may be loved, perhaps.

Perfume is born of both pleasure and pain. It envelops the neck and reaches deep to the heart of recollection without notice.

Perfume can be good . . . especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry." - Adrian Ivashkov

Perfume is the scent that pours out of a flower's soul when crushed.

Perfume is like cocktails without the hangover, like chocolate without the calories, like an affair without tears, like a vacation from which you never have to come back.

Perfumery is the best imitation of the vibrancy and subtlety of nature's evolution. Marian Bendeth, Global Fragrance Expert, Sixth Scents

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

She kisses the children goodnight, leaving lipstick on their foreheads and a trail of Chanel No.5.

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.

This is Clive Christian Number One. It's one of my favorite fragrances, and one of the most exquisite. It's made from entirely pure ingredients, mainly natural aged sandalwood from India and Tahitian vanilla, but a lot of the other ingredients - the ones that produce the fine top notes- they change slightly every year, depending on availability and the perfumers' preference." Using her skills, she smelled the scarf. "Pineapple, plum, mirabelle, and peach, heart notes of jasmine, ylang ylang, orris, and carnation. I'm betting this is the '08.

The amount of perfume she had on was like a human sacrifice on Incense Night.

There are some who believe that perfume is magic. The fragrance of a thing is its purest essence. And certain scents can awaken phantoms of past love, of sweetest reminiscence." "Phantoms?" Daisy repeated, intrigued, and the other girl replied impatiently. "He doesn't mean it literally, dear. Perfume can't summon a ghost. And it's not really magic. It's only a mixture of scent particles that travel to the olfactory receptors in your nose.

There was also something about the smell of bookshops that was strangely comforting to her. She wondered if it was the scent of ink and paper, or the perfume of binding, string, and glue. Maybe it was the scent of knowledge. Information. Thoughts and ideas. Poetry and love. All of it bound into one perfect, calm place.

The syrup of lilies hangs thick and sweet in the air, its cloying scent the traditional mask of death and rebirth: ashes and incense, rain and dirt, and something like rosin. It's the scent Hector associates with God. The scent of heavenly things.

Outbreaks of unvarnished truths in the backyard of our true self can be very precious and inspiring, even though we might inconsistently be tempted to give in to the exhilarating perfume of fables and fairy tales or to flattering praise and fiction. ("The day the mirror was talking back")

The odors of perfume were fanned out on the summer air by the whirling vents of the grottoes where the women hid like undersea creatures, under electric cones, their hair curled into wild whorls and peaks, their eyes shrewd and glassy, animal and sly, their mouths painted a neon red.

There is no reason for verbosity in the olfactory world. Less is more.

This sweet-bitter scent Is still making me faint Enduring the pain That makes me insane. Trying to smile everyday To hide the feelings I bear Hide in bed and lay Praying to ease the fear. The scent of perfume Is the reason of my consciousness It wakens the inner loom And brings back the memories.

We choose perfumes for ourselves so we can tell the stories inside of us— the ones that we can't possibly put into words.

Unlike perfume, handbags are visible on the body, and--like Air Jordans for teenagers--give the wearer the chance to brandish the logo and publicly declare her status or aspiration.

Você desencarcera-se da carne vertendo-te da pele em calor e através de ti eu, metal de memória assumo o tempo perdido, prometido e sim. Você desemaranha-se das entranhas vertendo-te da boca aos ouvidos em música e através de ti eu, anfiteatro de sombras estreio o tempo perdido, prometido e sim. Você se desprende do corpo vertendo-te pelos poros em perfume e através de ti eu, abelha operária teço o tempo perdido, prometido e sim. Você se descola da parede celular vertendo-te às bochechas em tempero e através de ti eu, devorador de mundos saboreio o tempo perdido, prometido e sim. Você se desencana do condicionamento te atravessando até mim por entre visões e através de ti eu, visionário das eternidades cegas contemplo o espaço descoberto, realizado e nu e não!

Through perfume, I smell your soul" Marian Bendeth Global Fragrance Expert Sixth Scents

Trees generously share their fruit. Bees generously share their honey. Flowers generously share their perfume. Do likewise.

We want to look desirable. We want others to want to mate with us. No different than a colorful peacock. When girls dress up for their night out at the club, they are doing what all animals do when they try to make themselves desirable for a potential mate. That's the whole point behind the fashion, perfume, cosmetics, diet, and plastic surgery industries.

You cannot really not care about what other people think of you and still wear a perfume or cologne.

What we talk about less often, because it is harder to explain, is the way a perfume can give breath and body to the phantom selves that waft about us as we go through our days -- not just the showgirl, the femme fatale, and the ingenue, but all the memories and dreams of the taller, meaner, sharper, sweeter, softer people we have been or long to be.

A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.

A fragrance always combines femininity and sensuality.

Your children are perfume of your love.

Coffe is the perfume of morning.

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

Childhood smells of perfume and brownies.

Her perfume was a mixture of roses and tear gas.

Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty!

Let us then blend everything: love, religion, genius, with sunshine, perfume, music, and poetry.

I put a basketball in front of George Clooney's door and sprayed it with supermodel perfume to lure him out.

I'm wearing a new perfume that I should recommend to the women in the audience; it's called 'Tester.