|"I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful."
||Lucy Maud Montgomery
||Anne of the Island|
| The mutable, rank-scented many . . .
|At a single strain of music, the scent of a flower, or even one glimpse of a path of moonlight lying fair upon a Summer sea, the barriers crumble and fall. Through the long corridors the ghosts of the past walk unforbidden, hindered only by broken promises, dead hopes, and dream-dust.
||Old Rose and Silver|
|It smells like the left wing of the day of judgment.
|" . . . a very ancient and fish-like smell . . . "
|" . . . the rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril."
||The Merry Wives of Windsor|
|It was a still afternoon--the golden light was lingering languidly among the upper boughs, only glancing down here and there on the purple pathway and its edge of faintly sprinkled moss: an afternoon in which destiny disguises her cold awful face behind a hazy radiant veil, encloses us in warm downy wings, and poisons us with violet-scented breath.
|"Don't you love heavy fragrances, faint with sweetness, ravishing juices of odor, heliotropes, violets, water-lilies,--powerful attars and extracts that snatch your soul off your lips?"
||Harriet Prescott Spofford
||The Amber Gods|
|The air came laden with the fragrance it caught upon its way, and the bees, upborne upon its scented breath, hummed forth their drowsy satisfaction as they floated by.
||The Old Curiosity Shop|
|"Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers."
||Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
||The Naval Treaty|