Mother's Day gift, sometimes

Usage examples of perfume.

The veil of his face lifted away, and she was aware again of a chittering of sparrows, the perfume of sunlight, and Colonel Anareta standing beside her.

It was more than just anoying the warmth of a dry car the scent of manly perfume, it was the essence of sharing Davidson exuded.

Her heavy perfume assaulted him, drowning out the appetizing odors of well-prepared food, and her denim-encased thigh pressed up right against his.

He was still attired in silks and satins of the gaudiest hues, still carefully trimmed as to hair and beard, still redolent of perfumes.

He was in fact a wealthy businessman who owned a highly bankable avant-garde retail and design empire, two shops, a restaurant and a perfume about to be launched.

The sweet perfume is due chiefly to benzoic acid, such as is used for making scented pastilles, or Ribbon of Bruges for fumigation.

The art of the perfumer which, like all crude art, thrives upon blatancy, does not make us go to gardens, or love the rose, but often instils in us a kind of artificiality, so that perfumes, so far from being an inspiration to us, increasing our lives, become often the badge of the abnormal, used by those unsatisfied with simple, clean, natural things.

In the evening they brought a good bed, fine linen, perfumes, an excellent supper, and choice wines.

Greenish flowers bestarred bilious marram grasses, their perfumes dust-clogged.

Fine Parisian Millinery like an explosion, bringing a head-splitting avalanche of French perfume along with her, the glow of nerve medications illuminating her eyes.

The room was pin-neat, minimally furnished, scented with perfume, and hung with art posters in chromium frames.

Then Dallas would shovel the opened oysters onto picnic tables covered with newspapers and the perfume of those washed-down mollusks gave off a silvery, slightly metallic musk of a rained-on acre of spartina.

Then his nostrils caught a suggestion of her perfume, Vie de Camille, reminding him of the phial he had acquired from Paris with such difficulty for his musume, Hana--the Flower --and sudden rage swept away his impulse to kindness.

I told her she was overdoing it: she smelled like the perfume room in Harrods.

He had a lot of long black hair, a drooping pistolero mustache, rubbery brown jowls, flinty little eyes deep-set under thick black brows, buffalo shoulders, a lacy white guayabera stretched taut across chest and stomach, a lot of dangling gold trinkets on a thick gold chain nested in the black chest hair, and a sharp tang of some kind of insistent male perfume.