I love the smell of fried chicken.
My mum used Avon Skin So Soft oil when I was younger. She would have a bath, and then the smell used to fill the whole house.
I was once fortunate enough to live close to a strawberry farm, and I’d always get excited to drive past it on my way to and from work. Every day, I’d roll down the windows and take in that sweet, almost candy-like smell that was so strong it filled the whole area, including my car.
There is something about New Orleans that embodies passion; I’ve never seen that before. There’s something tangible about the essence of the city. You can taste and smell it.
A woman at the Limited once asked me, ‘Why do you work?’ She said, ‘You made a lot of money as a young man, so why are you still working?’ I had never thought about it before. Forced to consider it, I told her, ‘You know why? Because I think that if you stop to smell the roses, you’ll get hit by a truck.’
I feel like I always have to smell good.
A dish should have flavor, texture, appearance and smell, but I’m doing it differently. We take Chinese food, play with your sentiments, memories of it, and then take you to the border; you won’t fall over the edge, but you get excitement.
When humiliation begets heartbreak, your clothing permeates with a stench of desperation that only women can smell.
For fragrance, I only wear Portrait of a Lady by Frederic Malle. People at work know I’m there when they smell it.
I can smell a liar like a fart in a lift!
I do believe that using fragrance is a plus. It’s one of our senses and it’s be a waste not to use our sense of smell. I also think smell is something that tells a lot about a person.
I loved the taste and smell of Chicago hot dogs.
Every time I get a script it’s a matter of trying to know what I could do with it. I see colors, imagery. It has to have a smell. It’s like falling in love. You can’t give a reason why.
Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood – the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon.
I’m attracted to funny people with nice hands who smell good and are kind to people.
I used to switch up my cologne every two to three months, get a new wave – Dolce, Versace, Burberry. But Black Orchid, that joint stayed. That’s the smell of beauty that stays on you… and girls love Tom Ford.
I love cleansing my face in the mornings and at night using Bliss Foaming Facial Wash. It makes my skin feel soft, and the refreshing smell always wakes me up.
I love the smell of Burger King when I ride past, but sometimes I have to avoid it.
I do condition my hair with honey and beer. I smell like the bottom of a beer barrel for days afterwards, but it’s very good for the hair.
I love New York, I love the smell of New York… I love the subway.
When you’re buying your whole fish, check that the eyes are clear and gills are a bright red colour and that there is no ‘fishy’ smell.
I volunteered on a farming community in Israel for two years when I was a teenager. One of the jobs involved clearing out a massive warehouse full of chickens ready for the abattoir. The smell of 40,000 chickens in 45C is awful.
A lot of people thought my career was over. If you’re not releasing records, then something must be wrong. Either the record company doesn’t like your music, or you’ve been dropped. It has to something negative. It’s not like you wanted to take a break, or want some balance, or smell the roses.
Nothing beat that welcoming smell of fried food wafting into the hallway from the kitchen as I walked in from school as a kid.
This is going to make me sound really weird and stalkery, but I’ve bought the aftershaves of all my ex-boyfriends. Sometimes I like to smell them and be like ‘aah, that’s Charlie… aah that’s Dan’.
The money has always been wasted on me. I don’t care for beautiful things, funnily enough. I am my father’s daughter. The things that excite me are the smell of a wood-burning stove, uncultivated fields. My house is decaying and falling to pieces. It’s not had the love it deserves over twenty years.
I like a man who smells manly. I love the smell of nature.
I think Trump is someone who appreciates and connects with people who hold their own and are strong individuals. I think he can smell weakness, and if you show him weakness, he exploits it, and he doesn’t respect you.
Without a dog, you’d never have anyone demonstrate how important it is to stop every day and smell the roses… and then lift your leg on them.
For me, fragrances are very – one of these beautiful art forms that bring about a whole host of things. It’s what you want to smell like, it’s memories that make you smile or are resonant of times in your life, it can remind you of music. If you’re a lover of scent, it’s a very kind of particular and evocative thing.
Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.
Granny Ditto always referred to perfume as ‘smell good’ and for me it’s an essential. I have a sweetheart who’s extremely allergic to most scents, so I have to be extra careful – as well as creative – in the smell department. The key, I’ve found, are essential oils, which come in all kinds of 100% natural scents.
Females make better cooks than men. Females have a better palate. They have a better sense of smell. They never take shortcuts; this is why they’re very good in kitchens. The weakness in what they do is they are not as physically strong as men, so they’re never really given the opportunity.
Wall Street sharks will go where they smell the blood, and you cannot change that.
Sweet peas should smell. Half the point of growing sweet peas is to cut them for the house; they should fill a room with an almost painful olfactory inarticulateness. But most sweet peas smell of nothing. This does not stop them being beautiful, but they are like food with no flavour.
My favourite smell on a man is Lynx and Marc Jacobs.
Bedtime rituals for children ease the way to the elsewhere of slumber – teeth brushing and pajamas, the voice of a parent reading, the feel and smell of the old blanket or toy, the nightlight glowing in a corner.
I like very masculine smells. I like wood scents on men. I just like a man to smell great, but I don’t like very strong cologne. I don’t like when a man is overpowered by cologne. I think subtle and sexy is always best.
My wife likes the hockey smell because it’s the smell of a warrior.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
I can always tell when my mother, an artist who grew up in Switzerland, starts to feel nostalgic for home. It is the smell of the crispy apple tarts, the ginger cookies, and the creamy muesli full of nuts and fresh berries. The scent alone delivers a rush of childhood memories for me.
We used to have skunks that would go under our house and scratch their backs. I remember after I had my first baby, I didn’t really have many friends, but I got invited to a dinner with a group of people from town. We all took the same vehicle, and I got in, and someone goes, ‘I smell skunk.’ I had to fight back tears.
One of the great things about music is that it has the capability of time travel – you smell a certain smell in the room and it takes you back to your childhood. I feel like music is able to do that, and it happens to me all the time.
The ideal job letter starts with a brilliant light. Then we realize that this brilliant light is actually sunlight, shafts of it, pouring through trees onto a thick bed of pine needles. Soft dusty resin floats in the sun shafts, invitingly. The smell of pine and sap rises from the forest floor. A twig snaps underfoot.
I love the smell of vanilla, but I didn’t have perfumes growing up, so I wore vanilla extract.
Smell is the shortest synaptic leap in the brain to our memory, and I’m amazed that people don’t sniff everything.
Dogs really are perfect soldiers. They are brave and smart; they can smell through walls, see in the dark, and eat Army rations without complaint.
I don’t know what that gas is made of, but it can’t smell any worse than Ernie Johnson ‘s gym bag.
Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.
I never try to sit down with a moral because kids smell that and run.
I come to writing from hearing great stories as a child in Louisiana, where the mark of a person was his or her ability to be a raconteur. I also come to writing as a professional actress whose body has been trained to listen and smell and inhabit characters without judgment.
Different people’s houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It’d probably be a litter box… sweaty socks… and burnt bacon. That probably is what it smells like.
Guys, your home should never smell like artificial food: candy canes, gum drops, lemon bars. I mean, I will consume lemon bars in mass quantities, but I don’t want my house to smell like one.
A lot of men tend to mix a couple of fragrances and smell like a flower garden. Avoid!
I found one remaining box of comics which I had saved. When I opened it up and that smell came pouring out, that old paper smell, I was struck by a rush of memories, a sense of my childhood self that seemed to be contained in there.
