Quotes About Perfume

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Coco Chanel
“A woman who doesn't wear perfume has no future.”
Coco Chanel

Emilie Autumn
“Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors...
Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat...
What then was music created for?
Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves?
I think I know.”
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

Christian Dior
“A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting. ”
Christian Dior

C. JoyBell C.
“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!”
C. JoyBell C.

H.L. Mencken
“An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.”
H.L. Mencken, A Book of Burlesques

Patrick Süskind
“Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.”
Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

Patrick Süskind
“…in that moment, as he saw and smelled how irresistible its effect was and how with lightning speed it spread and made captives of the people all around him—in that moment his whole disgust for humankind rose up again within him and completely soured his triumph, so that he felt not only no joy, but not even the least bit of satisfaction. What he had always longed for—that other people should love him—became at the moment of his achievement unbearable, because he did not love them himself, he hated them. And suddenly he knew that he had never found gratification in love, but always only in hatred—in hating and in being hated.”
Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

C. JoyBell C.
“Women waste so much time wearing no perfume. As for me, in every step that I have taken in life, I have been accompanied by an exquisite perfume!”
C. JoyBell C.

C. JoyBell C.
“You are never fully dressed without perfume!”
C. JoyBell C.

Fernando Pessoa
“The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own”
Fernando Pessoa

C. JoyBell C.
“I can't over-emphasize how important an exquisite perfume is, to be wrapped and cradled in an enchanting scent upon your skin is a magic all on its own! The notes in that precious liquid will remind you that you love yourself and will tell other people that they ought to love you because you know that you're worth it. The love affair created by a good perfume between you and other people, you and nature, you and yourself, you and your memories and anticipations and hopes and dreams; it is all too beautiful a thing!”
C. JoyBell C.

Lisa Kleypas
“Annabelle, what happened to you?” Lillian asked the next morning. “You look dreadful. Why aren’t you wearing your riding habit? I thought you were going to try out the jumping course this morning. And why did you disappear
so suddenly last night? It’s not like you to simply vanish without saying—”

“I didn’t have a choice in the matter,” Annabelle said testily, folding her fingers around the delicate bowl of a porcelain teacup. Looking pale and exhausted, her blue eyes ringed with dark shadows, she swallowed a mouthful of heavily sweetened tea before continuing. “It was that blasted perfume of yours—as soon as he caught one whiff of it, he went berserk.”

Shocked, Lillian tried to take in the information, her stomach plummeting. “It… it had an effect on Westcliff, then?” she managed to ask.

“Good Lord, not Lord Westcliff.” Annabelle rubbed her weary eyes. “He couldn’t have cared less what I smelled like. It was my husband who went completely mad. After he caught the scent of that stuff, he dragged me up to our room and…well, suffice it to say, Mr. Hunt kept me awake all night. All night ,” she repeated in sullen emphasis, and drank deeply of the tea.

“Doing what?” Daisy asked blankly.

Lillian, who was feeling a rush of relief that Lord Westcliff had not been attracted to Annabelle while she
was wearing the perfume, gave her younger sister a derisive glance. “What do you think they were doing? Playing a few hands of Find-the-Lady?”
Lisa Kleypas, It Happened One Autumn

“...a woman not yet seen, but whose perfume accumulates on the horizon like a storm cloud.”
Fernand Dumont, région du cœur et autres textes

“The question that women casually shopping for perfume ask more than any other is this: "What scent drives men wild?" After years of intense research, we know the definitive answer. It is bacon. Now, on to the far more interesting subject of perfume.”
Tania Sanchez, Perfumes: The Guide

Anthony Liccione
“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.”
Anthony Liccione

Janette Rallison
“Many perfumes promise to lure men to women. None of them smell of motherhood. None of them proclaim the wearer to be tidy, thrifty, and sensible.”
Janette Rallison, My Fair Godmother


If you hold this
Dazzling emerald
Up to the sky,
It will shine a billion
Beautiful miracles
Painted from the tears
Of the Most High.
Plucked from the lush gardens
Of a yellowish-green paradise,
Look inside this hypnotic gem
And a kaleidoscope of
Sights and colors
Will tease and seduce
Your eyes and mind.

Tell me, sir.
Have you ever heard
A peacock sing?
Hold your ear
To this mystical stone
And you will hear
Sacred hymns flowing
To the vibrations
Of the perfumed
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Sharon Kay Penman
“The great hall was shimmering in light, sun streaming from the open windows, and ablaze with colour, the walls decorated with embroidered hangings in rich shades of gold and crimson. New rushes had been strewn about, fragrant with lavender, sweet woodruff, and balm... the air was... perfumed with honeysuckle and violet, their seductive scents luring in from the gardens butterflies as blue as the summer sky.”
Sharon Kay Penman, Devil's Brood

Patrick Süskind
“He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good and vital that who ever smelt it would be enchanted and with his whole heart would have to love him.”
Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

Edward Bellamy
“Is a man satisfied, merely because he is perfumed himself, to mingle with a malodorous crowd?”
Edward Bellamy, Looking Backward

“A man who wears a fragrant flower on his collar spreads a perfume wherever he goes. (141)”
Prem Prakash, The Yoga of Spiritual Devotion A Modern Translation of the Narada Bhakti Sutras

Tom Robbins
“Slavic peoples get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets.”
Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

“But it's all a matter of taste, you say. It's true that among the perfumes reckoned good or great, there are some that will move you more than others, and some that will leave you entirely cold or even sickened, because either they won't say what you're longing to hear or they say what you never want to hear again. All the same, when considering perfume as an art, it's possible to appreciate when something is done exceptionally well.

If you've tried several perfumes, you know things can go wrong. Many compositions smell great in the first few minutes, then fade rapidly to a murmur or an unpleasant twang you can never quite wash off. Some seem to attack with what feels like an icepick in the eye. Others smell nice for an hour in the middle but boring at start and finish. Some veer uncomfortably sweet, and some fall to pieces, with various parts hanging there in the air but not really cooperating in any useful way. Some never get around to being much of anything at all. The way you can love a person for one quality despite myriad faults, you can sometimes love a perfume for one particular moment or effect, even if the rest is trash. Yet in the thousands of perfumes that exist, some express their ideas seamlessly and eloquently from top to bottom and give a beautiful view from any angle. A rare subset of them always seem to have something new and interesting to say, even if you encounter them daily. Those are the greats. By these criteria, one can certainly admire a perfume without necessarily loving it. Love, of course, is personal (but best when deserved).”
Tania Sanchez, Perfumes: The Guide

Oliver Markus
“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.”
Oliver Markus, Why Men And Women Can't Be Friends

“Her joyful spirit would bring laughter and happiness to anyone in her life with the same natural ease that a rose blooms and sheds its perfume.”
Aleksandra Layland, Of Wisdom and Valor: The Art of War. The Path of Peace.

“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.”
Peter Radetsky, Allergic to the Twentieth Century

Charles Baudelaire
“—Lindo perro mío, buen perro, chucho querido, acércate y ven a respirar un excelente perfume, comprado en la mejor perfumería de la ciudad.
Y el perro, meneando la cola, signo, según creo, que en esos mezquinos seres corresponde a la risa y a la sonrisa, se acerca y pone curioso la húmeda nariz en el frasco destapado; luego, echándose atrás con súbito temor, me ladra, como si me reconviniera.
—¡Ah miserable can! Si te hubiera ofrecido un montón de excrementos los hubieras husmeado con delicia, devorándolos tal vez. Así tú, indigno compañero de mi triste vida, te pareces al público, a quien nunca se ha de ofrecer perfumes delicados que le exasperen, sino basura cuidadosamente elegida.”
Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen

Charles Baudelaire
“Déjame respirar mucho tiempo, mucho tiempo, el olor de tus cabellos; sumergir en ellos el rostro, como hombre sediento en agua de manantial, y agitarlos con mi mano, como pañuelo odorífero, para sacudir recuerdos al aire.
¡Si pudieras saber todo lo que veo! ¡Todo lo que siento! ¡Todo lo que oigo en tus cabellos! Mi alma viaja en el perfume como el alma de los demás hombres en la música.
Tus cabellos contienen todo un ensueño, lleno de velámenes y de mástiles; contienen vastos mares, cuyos monzones me llevan a climas de encanto, en que el espacio es más azul y más profundo, en que la atmósfera está perfumada por los frutos, por las hojas y por la piel humana.
En el océano de tu cabellera entreveo un puerto en que pululan cantares melancólicos, hombres vigorosos de toda nación y navíos de toda forma, que recortan sus arquitecturas finas y complicadas en un cielo inmenso en que se repantiga el eterno calor.
En las caricias de tu cabellera vuelvo a encontrar las languideces de las largas horas pasadas en un diván, en la cámara de un hermoso navío, mecidas por el balanceo imperceptible del puerto, entre macetas y jarros refrescantes.
En el ardiente hogar de tu cabellera respiro el olor del tabaco mezclado con opio y azúcar; en la noche de tu cabellera veo resplandecer lo infinito del azul tropical; en las orillas vellosas de tu cabellera me emborracho con los olores combinados del algodón, del almizcle y del aceite de coco.
Déjame morder mucho tiempo tus trenzas, pesadas y negras. Cuando mordisqueo tus cabellos elásticos y rebeldes, me parece que como recuerdos.”
Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen

Clay Griffith
“Kate grasped her small handbag and pulled a small blue vial and threw it into the grinding mass. It shattered harmlessly, causing two creatures to pause with a look of confusion.
"What is that potion?" Simon asked.
Kate stared as the two undead things began to shuffle forward again. She glanced into her purse. "Damn it! That was my perfume.”
Clay Griffith, The Undying Legion

“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.”
Dana Thomas, Deluxe: How Luxury Lost Its Luster

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