Lilacs?

Lilacs?

I hope you're not allergic to lilacs.

Are there lilac trees In the heart of town?

Like all the lilacs in Lower Bavaria.

I'm thinking of the lilac trees that shook their purple plumes

Chrysanthemums smell sweet.

There's fennel for you, and columbines.

Nor all wild flowers this fragrant

Greetings, my intellectual giant. What brings you down to Kew in lilactime?

These flowers have a really nice fragrance.

This flower smells sweet.

Like holding a branch of lilac or a kitten.

... amongthebirdsand the flowers and the wind that moves...

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

I see His traces wherever flowers bloom.

He carried flowers.

Champagne, music, flowers.

Lemon, strawberry or lilac, sodbuster?

The scent of wild orange flowers... mingles together with the sprig of blue flag in his hair.

The crocuses, you know, and the daffodils and the tulips.

Heliotrope, isn't it?

The perfume and suppliance of a minute, no more.

There were gardeners to take care of the gardens and a tree surgeon on a retainer.

He used to lie in the lilac arbor at the summer house.

And when we parted, the lilacs withered.

It shall be landscaped with Damascene roses.

I prefer the smell of wild flowers, child.

Couldn't you make it something else? Lilacs, maybe?

And, senator, can you imagine being able to smell a flower on the planet Mars?

Here we are, transforming ourselves into sweetsmelling flowers... ...only to bloom in a hay field. Haha.

Smells good. Looks like rice pudding...

Get out... and walk just ahead of me, Martin, and don't try to get smart.

Tomato juice, puffed rice, sardines, tomato juice.

Fireworks displays, the rules of games, the smell of perfume no.

The smell of jasmine is strong in Martinelli's office.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

half an hour, Brother Dinwoodie, and no fooling, mind you.

Do you wanna waste it now that you know I'm married?