#Fragrant

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Sunday 6 April 2025

Though often used for naturalising in meadows these Narcissus bulbocodium 'Arctic Bells' (hoop petticoat daffodil) look great grown in a container so it can be appreciated at eye level. The delicate flowers are fragrant and this cultivar has pale creamy yellow flowers.

Jill Raggett

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Fragrant

@jegulus-microfic January 21, Word count 477

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Regulus ran up to his dorm room, cursing himself for leaving his bag there. He pushed the door open and was greeted by a rather fragrant smell. He choked and drew his robes up over his mouth and nose. 

He gagged as he walked further into the room. He cast a bubble head charm around his head, which gave him a bit of relief as he tracked down the source of the overpowering smell. 

He found his bag pretty quickly, and then he spotted the plant on Evan’s bedside table. He cast Flipendo at it, hoping to destroy the damn thing, but his spell bounced off it, and he had to duck to avoid it. The spell crashed into Barty’s trunk and shattered it. Barty would be pissed, but Regulus would get him a new one. 

He glared at the plant as he tried to pick it up, but his hands bounced off the protection charm that had been placed around it. Frustrated, he left to go to Charms; he was already going to be a few minutes late and didn’t want to get his first detention because of a stupid plant.

“What the fuck is wrong with your plant?!” He hissed at Evan, and he sat down behind him and Barty. Flitwick hadn’t even batted an eye when Regulus had walked in five minutes late to class.

“Oh, hello, finally gracing us with your presence?” Barty scoffed, craning his neck as he peered over his shoulder at Regulus. 

“Aww, did you miss me, Bartemius?” Regulus drawled, looking past him to where Professor Flitwick had begun teaching the class. They were working on the Nebulus charm, something Regulus had mastered in his second year, but apparently the rest of the fifth years had not. He’d been allowed to do self-study once he’d proven to Professor Flitwick that he could indeed cast a perfect spell and filled the entire classroom with an impenetrable fog. 

“Soooooo, where have you been?” Evan asked sweetly, ignoring the question about his beloved plant. Regulus ground his teeth, there was no way he was telling them he’d slept in Gryffindor Tower. He flicked his wand. 

“Nebulus,” He muttered, and a billowing cloud of fog erupted out of the tip of his wand, engulfing him and blocking him from the other's sight. He used the distraction to move to a seat on the other side of the classroom, took his N.E.W.Ts potions textbook out of his bag and began reading about how to brew Veritaserum. No doubt they would continue to hound him, but he refused to talk about anything personal in a room full of other students. 

“Well done, Mr Black, perfect casting as always,” Professor Flitwick's squeaky voice sounded from the front of the classroom. Regulus huffed a quiet laugh through his nose and got back to his book.  

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[gotholsentwin]

one of my wishlist fragrances 🍰 - annabel’s birthday cake by marissa zappas

[j4jml]

“I am filled with You.” - Rumi

The Beauty 22/06/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain

[venusinmyrrh]

As any aromaphile knows, there is no beauty without ugliness. Jasmine embodies the yin-yang duality— at once sultry and dirty, even fecal— that makes scent a catalyst for sexual attraction. Its narcotic lushness reminds us that beauty needs ugliness to exist at all.

Mandy Aftel, Fragrant: The Secret Life of Scent (2014)

[voidcallinghome]

our wisteria bush 2 years ago. pre-topiary.

[grayghostofthenorth]

My Mandarin Honeysuckle Vine. It's beginning to go into bloom, but they will only last for a short time. I bought the plant with the intent for it to climb the light pole except it won't. It prefers to grow downwards. So, I tied it up, and it still refuses climb. @photozoi

[eppujensen]

Absolutely, gorgeously, tickle-me-pink cute DIY firestarters! Made with beeswax for the environment. Tutorial by Michael Wurm Jr. at Inspired by Charm.

[orchidmilkshake]

Images you can smell

Vandachostylis Pinky

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Thursday 12 June 2025

This climbing rose was creating a fragrant display on this house. It may have been Rosa 'Albertine' which is a large and vigorous rambler that can reach up to 5m with thorn covered reddish stems.

Jill Raggett

[larimar]

trademarksflowerfarm

[whispering-jabberwocky]

"I should think about plot, events and adventure for my story" I say to myself and then I think about agricultural uses of lotuses, and characters, who are not yet even friends, kissing and confessing their feelings. Probably surrounded by lotuses.

[david6of7]

Ylang Ylang

Photography by David Velez

#davidvelez #david6of7 #photograph #originalcontent #nature #tree #flowers #ylangylang #fragrant #aromatic #fragrance

[j4jml]

“Like a rose, here, I am, waiting to be known,

A secret in the dark, yet fully grown." - Jamil Hussain

The Secret Bloom 18/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain

[venusinmyrrh]

Luxury is a conscious indulgence in sensuality, refinement, and grace, a sphere we enter when we set the practical necessities of life aside. Sometimes these beautiful sensual experiences are plentiful and inexpensive, and other times they are rare and costly. The taste of tomatoes and peaches in summertime, when they are at their lushest, ripest best, is a luxury. Does their being abundant and therefore cheap diminish the experience of a single glorious bite? As Coco Chanel said, "The opposite of luxury is not poverty, because in the houses of the poor you can smell a good pot-au-feu. The opposite is not simplicity, for there is beauty in the cornstall and barn, often great simplicity in luxury. But there is nothing in vulgarity, its complete opposite." The preoccupation with status is one expression of this vulgarity. Status and luxury may coexist in the same object or not, but they are two different things. Luxury is the internal experience evoked by the way a material thing plays upon our senses; status is what that object signifies to others.

Mandy Aftel, Fragrant: The Secret Life of Scent (2014)

[voidcallinghome]

3.25.25