Perfume - Blog Posts
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I think what I love about gilderat is how complex it could be. Imagine the marauders, absolutely despising gilderoy for how stuck up and stubborn he is (not Like there any different). But then there was Peter, less stuck up and stubborn than the other marauders and also absolutely obsessed with gilderoy. He never expressed these feeling to anyone and he was good at hiding it, until gilderoy was moved into Peter’s class because of reasons he was paying attention to. Slughorn paired gilderoy with Peter claiming “you will do better with him rather than mucking around with all your dumb friends,” so Peter reluctantly agreed.
Over the next year Peter would absolutely despise gilderoy for being smarter than him and absolutely despise how attractive he was. So when it was late and they were Together in the potions classroom, Peter was very ready to go back to his dorm and sleep. That was until gilderoy practically pounced on Peter, there lips interlocking and Peter didn’t complain. Instead gilderoys hand pulled frantically at Peter’s hair and Peter pulling on gilderoys waistint, wanting him closer.
And they kept it a secret, for a while atleast. But they never dated, atleast that was gilderoy said, and yes there was the whole cologne thing, Peter would ask but never get an answer. And yes Peter also asked why they couldn’t date, because he loved the sneaking around in broom closets and empty classroom, once even in the dorms at a gryffindor party. But gilderoy would play it into the fact that he was “straight”
So they kept it a secret, for a while atleast. That was until Peter had enough, he confessed how he actually felt about gilderoy and gilderoy never spoke to him again. James knew soemthing was wrong with Peter so that how the secret “got out” only to James of course and he never even made fun of Peter for it.
Gilderoy however, did like Peter. He was just scared that Peter was lying to him. Peter pettigrew the weird kid that was roped into the “popular crowd”, he must be secretly and arsehole waiting to put gilderoy to the entire school, or just using him for to get off.
In a letter sent to Peter after they graduated, it included the name of a perfume and an apology. Peter knew who it was from immediately, but he never accepted the apology
I found some perfumes I forgot about lol:p
me if i was a perfume
white light glitters
I’m really happy with how this one turned out. Her name is Rosa and she’s a feild medic. Her idea came from one of those theme generators.
scents and smells to use in your writing
sandalwood — think intoxicating, slightly masculine (if you want it to be), wood-y,
fresh laundry — think febreeze, freshly cleaned clothes, cleaning wipes, that kinda thing
cinammon — think cinnamon rolls, desserts, sugar, sweetness
vanilla — sweet and soft. it’s a classic and i feel it’s almost feminine because it’s in a lot of perfumes but it can be for anyone
sea salt — think sand on your feet, sea in your lungs, maybe a few seagulls cawing. a very beach-y smell
chlorine — think of pools, summer, theme parks with water slides. it’s not the most appealing smell but it certainly is a smell
strawberry — when i think of strawberries, i think of strawberry picking when i was little and kind of the taste of the strawberries themselves. as for the ice cream or perfume kinda strawberry, it’s a fun and sweet smell
chocolate — think hot chocolate, a hershey’s kiss, that hint of chocolate in your coffee creamer. it’s warm and cozy
coconut — think tropical, beachy, refreshing. when most people see coconuts they see “exotic”
banana — think banana sundae, banana smoothie, fruit-y smell, laffy taffy, that kinda thing
apple — think apple trees, apple jam, apple pie, that kinda sweet crisp smell
pine — think of a damp, dirty forest with towering trees and leaves gracing its floor. maybe a deer or two is nearby. it’s a forest smell basically
metallic — think of blood, wet copper or iron, etc.
dirt/earth — think the smell of dirt, grass, trees. the general smell of nature
rose — think romantic, date night, mysterious, alluring. roses are most commonly associated with life and affection, at least in american culture
sweat — think intense workout, maybe tangy, smoky, etc. just sweat
mint — think of waking up bright and early, toothpaste, doctor’s offices, etc. mint really speaks as fresh to me
damp, wet, wet dog — think of moist places, like a really old pool or something akin to that
dew — think early morning and mist in the air. can be associated with spring as well
musk — think of a scent similar to sweat, but the aftermath. not just pure sweat everywhere, but the scent about an hour after you work out. it smells different for everyone though
smoke — think of that scent you smell when a fireplace turns off, wood stops burning, or when you overcook something
spicy — think of ginger, paprika, spices in general. it’s a kind of fun and daring smell
toasty, warming — this can be anything warm you want: hot cocoa, warm blankets, turning the heater on, summer, fireplace flames
floral — this can be any flower you want it to be. spring is full of it, it is the embodiment of a bouquet, and is the scent you smell when you “stop to smell the flowers”
I think Regulus would smell like figs and sea salt. No explanation.
"DEATH IS THE MOTHER OF BEAUTY"
- literary examples of death as tragic and beautiful in its terror
Ophelia, a beautiful, innocent girl created by Shakespeare, torn by emotions so much that in despair for her lost love, she throws herself into the arms of the river, drowning. This is clearly seen in Millais's painting. Despite her death, a young girl resists the influence of filthy water on the human body. Pale but healthy skin, rosy cheeks and pink lips desperately taking their last breath. A tragic moment captured in such a calm way. Ophelia remains forever beautiful and immortal in the eyes of the viewer.
"Perfume" by Patrick Süskind, a novel about a murderer who tries to capture the most beautiful smell. The smell of death in the form of perfume made from a young body. His victims are again little girls who die in a tragic, sometimes even parodic way, being brutally mercilessly harmed. But in the main character's eyes they still shine like stars in the sky, filling him with pure exhilaration. Especially that one woman who is his eternal inspiration.
Baudelaire creates something similar in the poem "the death of lovers". The couple on its deathbed is not concerned about the coming end. Their love seems to bloom even more, surrounded by fragrant flowers that fill their souls with peace and joy.
Finally, the story of Tristan and Isolde, another lovers, on whose grave a hawthorn grows. A symbol of their eternal love. From their dead bodies, corrupted by decay, something amazing in its beauty is created bearing witness to their everlasting connection.
It reminds me of the words of Edvard Munch: "From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity"
Writers, poets, whole literature itself create death in various ways. But showing it as a gateway to beauty is something particularly special. How death can it be glamorous, artistic and pleasing for our eyes. How to find it among tragedy, mourning, rotten skin and that disgusting smell of decay. And why show it this way at all?
"Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell" - Hermann Hesse
Drawn on silk : flowers alambic distillator on Bourbon Island (Reunion Isle). Mainly used for geranium flowers ! (Indian Ocean)
Les plus grands parfumeurs faisaient le voyage à La Réunion pour traquer la meilleure huile essentielle de géranium au monde : le géranium rosat. Les parfumeries de Grasse ne juraient que par la production réunionnaise, considérée d’une qualité exceptionnelle. A cette époque, le géranium rosat, originaire d’Afrique du Sud, constituait l’une des grandes richesses de l’île.
L'île de la Réunion est un département français de l'océan Indien. Elle est réputée pour son intérieur volcanique recouvert de forêt tropicale, ses récifs de corail et ses plages. Son site le plus emblématique est le piton de la Fournaise, un volcan actif qui peut être gravi et s'élève à 2 632 m d'altitude. Le piton des Neiges, un immense volcan éteint, et les 3 caldeiras de la Réunion (amphithéâtres naturels formés par des volcans qui se sont effondrés) sont également des spots d'escalade.
I apologize profusely, but I'm but a man, and sometimes I forget this is my general kink blog
Anyone interested in a RP plot revolving around perfume, hypnosis, long hair and, if requested, sneezing, all you'll have to do is react and I'll know you're interested~!✨
I personally think all of those things can be a really nice allergy inducing trigger 🤭
[M4F] and I'm a MASSIVE subject~
Women who aren't careful with their perfume and end up spraying it on someone's face causing him to inhale all of that pink mist and sneeze uncontrollably reducing him to a quivering mess hit me up
This, simply
💖 THIS 💖
(more nsfw below)
you know the perfume you’re wearing makes them itchy, but it’s not quite enough to coax out a sneeze and that’s exactly why you’re wearing it. you made sure to run it through your hair and rub it into your neck just for this occasion. you’re riding them. burying your face in their neck and making sure your hair lays across their face, making them breathe in your carefully chosen scent.
their harsh breaths start to catch on the mess building in their nose and their moans become thick with congestion. it’s not long before the sounds coming from their mouth become laced with hitches and laboured breathing.
“hh-hih! hiihh- guhhh…” the tickle subsides, just as you had planned. you know teasing their nose turns both of you on.
“tell me how it feels, baby.” you whisper into their ear, making sure your hair continues whisking around their face and poking their nostrils.
“haahh.. it-it-hh it tickles.”
“show me where.”
they remove their hands from your hips and trace their sinuses up to the bridge of their nose. “all through here. it burns. i want tohh! hihh- hahh! sneeze.”
“why don’t you sneeze then, baby?” you feign confusion, all the while continuing to ride them, eating up their delicious moans and hitches.
“iihh want to.” they grab your hair and press it into their face, breathing in deeply, only to set off another series of hitching, desperate gasps with no happy ending. “i want to so bad. please help me.”
“what if i did… this.” you grab a small piece of your hair and trace their flaring, red nostrils, just barely teasing the inside of their nose. the reaction is immediate and strong. if you keep going they will sneeze. so you stop, pinching their nose shut and letting the mess wet your fingers.
“hih! hih-hih! pl-please! put it back in.” they grab at your hair desperately, trying to put it back in their nose with hands shaking from both pleasure and the burning need to sneeze.
“ah, ah, ah. only i’m allowed to do that.” you grab the stands of hair from their hand and insert them into their nose. “i’m feeling generous today. let’s get those sneezes out of your poor nose.”
“oh-! oh my-hh-hih! hih! hih! i’m going to sn-ihHTTchhiu! tchu!tchu!chu’chu-tch’chu!” you grind down on them with each sneeze and hitch, bringing their body closer to the relief their nose is getting with every sneeze and thrust.
Their sneezing subsides and so does your movement. They whimper and grip your hips as you take the hair back to their nostrils. You’re both going to have fun tonight.
you will never find a hornier group than people writing fragrantica reviews. and i think that's beautiful.
Art assignment for the day was to mix a perfume icon and a mail box so I did that. Porportions are off and all but ignore that.
Ive gotten some new perfume and it smells like ima doll rotting in an attic in the forest I absolutely love it! I know it’s not viral anymore but I still love it !
If you could pick a fragrance/fragrances that matches this vibe what would you chose?
If you could pick a fragrance/fragrances that matches this vibe what would you chose?
