“What a beautiful woman. She moved with grace, she was entirely feminine, and yet, she possessed incredible inner strength. She’s a survivor.”
―
Jan Moran,
Scent of Triumph
“He caught his breath, not because of her bedraggled appearance, but rather because of the way she stood, so straight and tall. Courageous.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Her every movement transfixed him; she was graceful and refined. She’d become a woman. An elegant woman.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Until then we must carry on and have courage.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Even in her casual white shirt and cotton pants, she was clearly an independent woman in charge of her destiny. She was so… He paused, searching for words. So sophisticated, so self-assured.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Over endless crystalline waves travelled the sparkling scent of triumph, of limitless possibilities, of strength and inspiration.” ― Jan Moran
“The empress of the perfumer's palette, jasmine must be harvested before the rising sun to retain the full force of its delicate fragrance. Fragile and fleeting, jasmine is a fair nymph of a flower with a potent perfume. A world without jasmine? Simply unimaginable. -DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“I prefer perfumery, it’s the language of love.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“She breathed in the scent of lemon blossoms, inspired by how their citrus sweetness mingled with fresh ocean air. Closing her eyes, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, tasting a faint saltiness in the moisture laden breeze. She imagined how dark, rich chocolate filled with the brightness of a lemon filling and dusted with chunky sea salt might taste. Delicious, she decided.” ― Jan Moran, The Chocolatier
“What a shame the lilac flower jealously guards its aroma, refusing to share its magic. Relying on alchemy, a perfumer recalls its impression with a blend. Together, the essences of jasmine, ylang-ylang, neroli, and vanilla plot to mimic the fair lilac flower. —” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“The rose: though its petals are easily bruised, it blooms with exuberance. What power the rose possesses; the merest hint of a blossom conjures the deepest memory. At dawn, roses must be picked quickly, for they lose half their essence—the perfumer’s treasure—by the high sun of noon. —DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“The gardenia is an enigma, its petals dusted with the creamy white purity of innocence, but its aroma is wildly seductive. How appropriate; for in the language of flowers, the gift of gardenias conveys the message of secret love. —DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“They passed a crystal vase of luscious yellow roses, which burst from tight salmon buds into golden, creamy yellow blossoms tinged with delicate strokes of subtle peach.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Labeled apothecary bottles filled with raw material oils lined the risers: flowers, resins, leaves, woods, mosses, spices, herbs, seeds, grains, roots, bark, and fruit. From the animal kingdom came fixatives: civet, musk, and ambergris. The absolutes, the resinoids, the essential oils.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Driven by heartache, she beat the eggs even more vigorously until the glossy meringue quickly formed into stiff, bird's beak peaks."Philippe, do you have any orange liqueur?" Marie asked, rummaging through her brother's pantry."Here it is," Philippe said, handing a corked bottle to her. "What are you making?""A bûche de Noël," Danielle said, concentrating on her task. Carefully measuring each rationed ingredient, she combined sugar and flour in another bowl, grated orange zest, added the liqueur, and folded the meringue into the mixture."It's not Christmas without a traditional Yuletide log." Marie ran a finger down a page of an old recipe book, reading directions for the sponge cake, or biscuit. "'Spread into a shallow pan and bake for ten minutes.'""I wouldn't know about that," Philippe said. "I don't celebrate your husband's holiday," he said pointedly to Marie."Let's not dredge up that old argument, mon frère," Marie said, softening her words with a smile. "I converted for love."A knock sounded at the front door. Danielle threw a look of concern toward Philippe, who hurried to answer it."Then we'll cool it," Danielle said, trying to stay calm. "And brush the surface with coffee liqueur and butter cream frosting, roll it like a log, and decorate." She thought about the meringue mushrooms she had made with Nicky last year, and how he had helped score the frosting to mimic wood grains.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“An independent woman selects her own perfume—scents to accent her style, her personality, her ambition. —DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“I prefer the delicate flavor profile in Criollo or Porcelana." She loved the Venezuela chocolate, which her mother had favored, too. It blended well with violet and bergamot, equally smooth flavors that created the lightest of delicacies.” ― Jan Moran, The Chocolatier
“Perfume is my memory, the chronicle of my life. —DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“The poppy flower: A flower of eternal sleep, a narcotic to the wounded soul, a remembrance of the fallen soldier. —DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“He caught his breath, not because of her bedraggled appearance, but rather because of the way she stood, so straight and tall. Courageous.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Her every movement transfixed him; she was graceful and refined. She’d become a woman. An elegant woman.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Until then we must carry on and have courage.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Even in her casual white shirt and cotton pants, she was clearly an independent woman in charge of her destiny. She was so… He paused, searching for words. So sophisticated, so self-assured.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Over endless crystalline waves travelled the sparkling scent of triumph, of limitless possibilities, of strength and inspiration.” ― Jan Moran
“The empress of the perfumer's palette, jasmine must be harvested before the rising sun to retain the full force of its delicate fragrance. Fragile and fleeting, jasmine is a fair nymph of a flower with a potent perfume. A world without jasmine? Simply unimaginable. -DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“I prefer perfumery, it’s the language of love.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“She breathed in the scent of lemon blossoms, inspired by how their citrus sweetness mingled with fresh ocean air. Closing her eyes, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, tasting a faint saltiness in the moisture laden breeze. She imagined how dark, rich chocolate filled with the brightness of a lemon filling and dusted with chunky sea salt might taste. Delicious, she decided.” ― Jan Moran, The Chocolatier
“What a shame the lilac flower jealously guards its aroma, refusing to share its magic. Relying on alchemy, a perfumer recalls its impression with a blend. Together, the essences of jasmine, ylang-ylang, neroli, and vanilla plot to mimic the fair lilac flower. —” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“The rose: though its petals are easily bruised, it blooms with exuberance. What power the rose possesses; the merest hint of a blossom conjures the deepest memory. At dawn, roses must be picked quickly, for they lose half their essence—the perfumer’s treasure—by the high sun of noon. —DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“The gardenia is an enigma, its petals dusted with the creamy white purity of innocence, but its aroma is wildly seductive. How appropriate; for in the language of flowers, the gift of gardenias conveys the message of secret love. —DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“They passed a crystal vase of luscious yellow roses, which burst from tight salmon buds into golden, creamy yellow blossoms tinged with delicate strokes of subtle peach.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Labeled apothecary bottles filled with raw material oils lined the risers: flowers, resins, leaves, woods, mosses, spices, herbs, seeds, grains, roots, bark, and fruit. From the animal kingdom came fixatives: civet, musk, and ambergris. The absolutes, the resinoids, the essential oils.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“Driven by heartache, she beat the eggs even more vigorously until the glossy meringue quickly formed into stiff, bird's beak peaks."Philippe, do you have any orange liqueur?" Marie asked, rummaging through her brother's pantry."Here it is," Philippe said, handing a corked bottle to her. "What are you making?""A bûche de Noël," Danielle said, concentrating on her task. Carefully measuring each rationed ingredient, she combined sugar and flour in another bowl, grated orange zest, added the liqueur, and folded the meringue into the mixture."It's not Christmas without a traditional Yuletide log." Marie ran a finger down a page of an old recipe book, reading directions for the sponge cake, or biscuit. "'Spread into a shallow pan and bake for ten minutes.'""I wouldn't know about that," Philippe said. "I don't celebrate your husband's holiday," he said pointedly to Marie."Let's not dredge up that old argument, mon frère," Marie said, softening her words with a smile. "I converted for love."A knock sounded at the front door. Danielle threw a look of concern toward Philippe, who hurried to answer it."Then we'll cool it," Danielle said, trying to stay calm. "And brush the surface with coffee liqueur and butter cream frosting, roll it like a log, and decorate." She thought about the meringue mushrooms she had made with Nicky last year, and how he had helped score the frosting to mimic wood grains.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph
“An independent woman selects her own perfume—scents to accent her style, her personality, her ambition. —DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“I prefer the delicate flavor profile in Criollo or Porcelana." She loved the Venezuela chocolate, which her mother had favored, too. It blended well with violet and bergamot, equally smooth flavors that created the lightest of delicacies.” ― Jan Moran, The Chocolatier
“Perfume is my memory, the chronicle of my life. —DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
“The poppy flower: A flower of eternal sleep, a narcotic to the wounded soul, a remembrance of the fallen soldier. —DB” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph: A Novel of Perfume and Passion
