A Quote by Isabella Rossellini

My perfume, Manifesto, was based on the scent of basil. — © Isabella Rossellini
My perfume, Manifesto, was based on the scent of basil.
This perfume was not like any perfume known before. It was not a scent that made things smell better... it was completely new, capable of creating a whole world, a magical, rich world, and in an instant you forgot all the loathsomeness around you and felt so rich, so at ease, so free, so fine.
The best fragrance is the scent of water, the fragrance of dew and rain falling on plants. Water is the essential element, a source of life and energy. A perfume that, like a garment, moves to suit the woman, her skin. A perfume that embraces a woman.
My everyday scent is a unisex perfume by Le Labo.
Manifesto. Read my Manifesto. I`ve written a Manifesto. It`s all in the Manifesto!
It is impossible to identify a nice scent from within the chemical cloud of a perfume department.
My signature fragrance would be herbal - basil mixed with rosemary and coriander. Some big stars have got perfume lines that smell really bad. They've got it all wrong.
Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.
To me, it is very important to have perfume in which it is hard to recognize a particular flower or scent. That gives a touch of mystery.
I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.
Words can be applied as one might put on a scent, such as perfume. Some scents are so wonderful and others are sickening... titles can be the same.
My mom used to wear the fragrance Poison when I was younger, and I remember that scent and the purple bottle. That was my first [perfume] memory.
When I was a boy, I thought scent was contained in dewdrops on flowers and if I got up very early in the morning, I could collect it and make perfume.
Cubism is not a reality you can take in your hand. It's more like a perfume, in front of you, behind you, to the sides, the scent is everywhere but you don’t quite know where it comes from.
As an impoverished student I used to spend days out in Selfridges, nibbling on samples of free cheese and dousing myself with scent in the perfume department.
There are no women who do not like perfume, there are women who have not found their scent.
and there grows in the mind a scent, it may be, of locust blossoms whose perfume is itself a wind moving to lead the mind away.
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