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Brew coffee, letting it run away, and leave memorable marks on the stove. Let it sit for a bit while a piece of sugar flies into the cup. Start pouring through a strainer and leave a couple of aromatic drops on the table. Grasp the hot, but not scalding, cup with both palms and bring it to your nose. Slowly and deeply inhale the aroma to feel how it spreads inside, bringing a gram of happiness, which is enough to smile and be friendly all day...
For me, a real home is a home where happiness lives and smells delicious of homemade baked goods: cinnamon, cloves, almonds, nutmeg and vanilla; a house where photographs with smiles hang on the walls, reminiscent of a joyful moment, love and fidelity; a house where sparkling children's laughter sounds, where the tart, sandalwood, subtle aroma of perfume hovers; a house where there are flowers everywhere, where there is a hooligan, red cat, where on the shelves there are only read books and souvenirs brought from distant corners of our huge, wonderful world; a home to which you want to return, no matter where you are, which is now not just a home, but an integral part of you. Sweet home.
The fragrance of morning coffee can only be exchanged for the aroma of a loved one.
Dissolving like a sunset in the sky.
And the lips moan: Bread
Allow yourself to immerse yourself in this winter fairy tale, this month full of mysteries and miracles, where it seems that even the air itself is filled with magic!..
Actions are the clothing of the mind!
I do not drink. Theater replaces wine for me. The subtle aroma of the wings is more intoxicating than expensive nutmeg.
I will cross myself and smile at heaven!
The phrase was spontaneous, thoughtless. Draco said it too softly. Without disgust. The damn sea with its singing waves completely deprived him of his mind. It was strange to realize that Draco knew what Theo smelled like, and that combined with Granger's sweet notes, the bitter citrus scent sounded perfect.
My favorite autumn. So tenderly warming the heart. Its colors are emerald, honey and gold. It feels like cashmere. And it tastes like cinnamon coffee. And every day I want to surround myself with autumn comforts more and more. Wrap yourself in a warm blanket, wear feminine dresses made of fine wool, bake pies with ginger and cinnamon, pour fragrant tea from a bouquet of summer dried herbs or coffee with herbs and spices into mugs, light candles and take your time. Autumn is the time to accumulate honey rays of the sun, the aroma of maple leaves and inspiration in your heart. Time for warmth, for tenderness, for love...
The web, smelling of juniper and fir needles, has crystal tints. A soft velvet scarf of new life is knitted. Freeze, touch your face and forget. Autumn is coming. The threads of fate are woven.
It seems to me that if you wake up early, early, when it is still only the first, such rare rays of the sun break through from under the heavy gray clouds, when the lost wind wanders along the paths in the old park and the sleepy world is still so fresh and lazy, you can see how Summer, collecting the remaining flowers and herbs, says goodbye to nature and, leaving, rustles weightless silk skirts, leaving a subtle, barely distinguishable aroma of tenderness and warmth.
- I, too, Olga, feel her scent. And you know, just from the very day when the sewer system in our house went bad.
Women's flesh has the fragrance of divine life.
