I love the scents of winter! For me, it’s all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce.

I don’t like perfumes that are too strong or sweet. I like a fragrance that is earthy and sensual and can be worn at any time.

You can’t get too much winter in the winter.

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

Left ear, I wear four earrings. The four is symbolic of the four seasons, spring, winter, summer and fall, the four directions, north, east, south and west, the four gospel writers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

I had slumps that lasted into the winter.

It is extremely difficult to say how long the process actually took to finally achieve my fragrance, Boudoir, because there was a lot of time waiting around for other people.

I love to put on lotion. Sometimes I’ll watch TV and go into a lotion trance for an hour. I try to find brands that don’t taste bad in case anyone wants to taste me.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

I am proud to have been born in Iowa. Through the eyes of a ten-year-old boy, it was a place of adventure and daily discoveries – the wonder of the growing crops, the excitements of the harvest, the journeys to the woods for nuts and hunting, the joys of snowy winters, the comfort of the family fireside, of good food and tender care.

God gave me some weird, beautiful scent that makes men and women go crazy. People compare it to Carvel. It is a whale of a smell.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

A book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.

I’m really interested in smells. I think I’d like to own a perfumery someday.

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.

A women who doesn’t wear perfume has no future.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, surfeit and hunger.

I have always loved blizzards, if only because of the driving experience – which is definitely an acquired taste.