But one thing thou wilt not deny, Sancho; when thou camest close to her didst thou not perceive a Sabaean odour, an aromatic fragrance, a, I know not what, delicious, that I cannot find a name for; I mean a redolence
, an exhalation, as if thou wert in the shop of some dainty glover?
This year Teresin and her lady guests wore floral crowns in varied colors, exuding exotic redolence
Continuing its tradition of highlighting the incredible people of Pakistan, Rabya Faisal, a Ufone customer and the genius behind the very successful Redolence
Cakes based in Lahore, was introduced at a bloggers' meet-up held recently in Karachi to launch Ufone's 'Super Internet' campaign.
I went back there again recently, and while I'm not surprised by it, I felt that the redolence
of violent conflict still clings to the place, despite its incessant summer partying.
Rabya Faisal, a Ufone customer and the genius behind the very successful Redolence
Cakes based in Lahore was introduced at a bloggers' meet-up held recently in Karachi on Monday, August 28, 2017 to launch Ufone's 'Super Internet' campaign.
If last week's defeat at Turf Moor reeked of Roberto Martinez, this victory had the redolence
Flashes of light would permeate the curtains, not due to any heavenly source, but to the myriad arcs of welders as they stitched their creations together (those who were there will recall too, the unforgettable stench of the 'Boneyard' when boiling was taking place - a redolence
I can still, even to this day, bring to my nostrils.
of weed that engulfed the Joneses' house following the explosion was the reason Mr.
Surroundings are adeptly fashioned, mugginess, sticky redolence
and all, established against a milieu of trickery, cunning and maneuvering forward plot twists as they fuse into one another effortlessly.
Matching the fragrance target to the oil blend also required extensive support to keep the integrity and performance without compromising the redolence
She negotiates the sidewalk through her senses: a clutter of garbage then a puddle of water, then the smell of boric acid, of which the old man sitting at the door of the soap factory is heedless, followed by the redolence
of the spiny fish in the basket of the hawker, until she is assaulted by the call for noon prayer, which suddenly emerges from the bag that hangs from her shoulder.
One that carries more redolence
for Liverpool fans than any other club.