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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.
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sense-of-smell
perfumery
odors
scent
perfume
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Patrick Süskind |
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...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.
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hatred
perfumery
misanthropy
perfume
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Patrick Süskind |
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He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.
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the-story-of-a-murderer
smell
principle
olfactory
preservation
virgin
preserve
virginity
scent
perfume
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Patrick Süskind |
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"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?"
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marriage
perfume
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Lisa Kleypas |
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Porque los hombres podian cerrar los ojos ante la grandeza, ante el horror, ante la belleza, y cerrar los oidos a las melodias o las palabras seductoras, pero no podian sustraerse al perfume. Porque el perfume era hermano del aliento. Con el se introducia en los hombres y si estos querian vivir, tenian que respirarlo. Y una vez en su interior, el perfume iba directo al corazon y alli decidia de modo categorico entre inclinacion y desprecio, aversion y atraccion, amor y odio. Quien dominaba los olores, dominaba el corazon de los hombres.
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dominio
perfume
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Patrick Süskind |
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89316ca
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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.
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love
enchanted
superhuman
control
lust
power
scent
perfume
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Patrick Süskind |
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afcedac
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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.
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light
scent
perfume
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Sharon Kay Penman |
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Siempre habia creido que era del mundo en general de lo que tenia que apartarse, pero ahora lo veia claro no se trataba del mundo, si no de los seres humanos. Al parecer, en el mundo, en el mundo sin hombres, la vida era soportable
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patrick-süskind
the-story-of-a-murderer
perfume
suspense
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Patrick Süskind |
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4595944
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Slavic peoples get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets.
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perfume
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Tom Robbins |
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And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!
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odour
smell
perfume
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Patrick Süskind |
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12e33d7
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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.
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women
hairstyles
hairstyling
salons
make-up
perfume
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Ray Bradbury |
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6703150
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I wonder if perfume could set a man drunk.
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love
kilmeny-of-the-orchard
l-m-montgomery
perfume
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L M Montgomery |
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Dejame 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 panuelo odorifero, 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 demas hombres en la musica. Tus cabellos contienen todo un ensueno, lleno de velamenes y de mastiles; contienen vastos mares, cuyos monzones me llevan a climas de encanto, en que el espacio es mas azul y mas profundo, en que la atmosfera esta perfumada por los frutos, por las hojas y por la piel humana. En el oceano de tu cabellera entreveo un puerto en que pululan cantares melancolicos, hombres vigorosos de toda nacion y navios 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 divan, en la camara de un hermoso navio, 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 azucar; 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 algodon, del almizcle y del aceite de coco. Dejame morder mucho tiempo tus trenzas, pesadas y negras. Cuando mordisqueo tus cabellos elasticos y rebeldes, me parece que como recuerdos.
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perfume
recuerdos
poesía
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