I like the rain; it brings your fragrance everywhere and the nature smells your aroma.

I love the quietude of misty dawn before the sober sun is up… The morning songs of birds awakening in blooming garden sets my soul gently… Aroma flowers with glistering of the dew… Deep full...

There is nothing more beautiful than the light of a Candle and the Aroma of it’s Heart

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter...

Everyone knows a Wixen when we smell one. You smell the prettiest, a mixture of strawberries, sex and deceit. Dior should bottle it.

touch” in so many odd ways! And so I am made up of all these scents, all these feelings! An illumination of nerve endings!

Love isn’t in a hurry like a flurry of flowery words on paper. It’s lush and slow to grow its aroma in the garden of time.

Each day has a color, a smell.