“Perfume; Any smell that is used to drown a worse one.”

“But what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?”

“How many powerful memories are triggered by smell and taste? Your mother’s old perfume, the smell your father’s breath, the taste of the soap they’d make you eat.”

“We live with [our defects] as we do with the perfumes that we wear, we do not smell them; they only incommode others.”

“How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?"
"I sweat perfume. Like all girls.”

“I only used my whole life one perfume: and it's Cartier's Le Must.”

“Mark my words, nothing smells worse than burned scorpion.”

“And for the rest of the night, he couldn’t quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.”

“Scent:
When she wore the hat, even many years later, she could always smell her mother's perfume & it was hard to remember she was supposed to be alone.”

“A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.
It is dazed with moonlight,
contented with perfume…”