Treasures of Aromatic Literature-Scent of the Orient by Various

Orientalisches Strassenmotiv

Treasures of Aromatic Literature-Scent of the Orient by Various

Sanderson occupied a corner room in one of the newer dormitories. In it was a piano on which he played Beethoven and rag time with equal ease. The mission bookcase was topped by a very large, felt college streamer and a "perpetual care" sign, which in his Freshman wildness he had taken from a cemetery. As he was a literary man with a pronounced taste for Poe and the French short story writers, there were various evidences of "atmosphere" in the orderings of the room. For instance, some old swords, which might have been discovered in the ruins of Troy, but which, in fact, were clever imitations bought for a song in Boston, hung over the door. A Turkish fez, which Sanderson would wear when company was present, usually hung from the clothes post in a corner of the room, over a quaint, fulllength lounging robe made from scarlet cloth and embroidered with Mohammed's crescent. An oriental scent lingered on those habits of dress; a scent which I have seen Sanderson compound from barks and minerals bought at the druggist's and of which he would never give me the names. When he held a spread or a meeting of any sort, Sanderson's room would be thick with the fumes of joss which he kept burning from a blue Chinese bowl. If any one complained, Sanderson would have no scruples in telling the complainant that perhaps the smoke would be even denser and more sulphurous in a later destination!
Through the school: the experiences of a mill boy in securing an education
By Frederic Kenyon Brown

The interesting ceremony of being presented to the Empress took place this morning. The only request about my dress was that I should wear a long light one, no hat, and my decorations. I drove to the Legation, and from there we went to the Palace. The moat surrounding the outside looked beautiful in the sunlight, and as we entered the grounds, everything had a very pleasing appearance. The Palace itself has been rebuilt within the last twelve years. The peculiar Oriental scent which met us as we walked through the long corridors was most fragrant. The large drawing-room into which we were shown was most impressive, and the ceiling and doors were of beautiful Japanese workmanship; all that was in this style was in perfect taste; it was only when foreign art had been called in that the harmony of the surroundings was destroyed—the hangings and furniture which were European looked out of place.
Under the care of the Japanese war office
By Ethel Rosalie Ferrier McCaul

The top glory of this young girl was her hair. It just missed being light auburn by being a pale gold, and no matter what the style of hair dressing, she wore hers always plaited in two great plaits which she coiled around the crown of her head. Around her face was always a fluffy mass of hair—a fit halo for so fair a face! With this hair, her dark blue eyes and dark eyebrows, a complexion the tint of milk, together with her perfect form, this girl acted on the artistic senses like a magnet. She had about her person always a faint oriental odor—an aroma of sandalwood it was, and it seemed wholly out of harmony with her unoriental type. The penchant for this particular scent in toilet powder was Denise's one and only incongruity.
A balance of destiny
By Martha Jane Garvin

In the island of Ceylon, where the flowering trees and shrubs are so beautiful, and where the blossoms among the verdure are so plentiful that the trees are said to stand upon a carpet of flowers, the scent at early morning and in the dews of evening, is far more powerful than can be conceived by those accustomed only to the flowers of cooler latitudes. The passengers of vessels approaching Ceylon can perceive
these gales
'That sigh along Beds of Oriental flowers'
long before they reach its shores.
Sweet-scented flowers and fragrant leaves
By Donald McDonald

There was a faint, subtle fragrance pervading the atmosphere which was peculiarly distasteful to his olfactory nerves; a suggestion of oriental perfume always scented the room that Madame Mercier inhabited. He had once told her, with masculine impatience, " that she created her own atmosphere. It is as enervating and sensuous as an Eastern harem," he had said in a remonstrative voice, and Madame Mercier had never forgiven him this speech. "It was ungentlemanly; it was brutal," she said to herself; " why should he begrudge her her little pleasures?" sweet scents were a joy to her; she loved to steep herself in sandalwood and attar of rose; every drawer and box in her bedroom was pervaded with some faint oriental perfume.
Rue with a difference
By Rosa Nouchette Carey

The tea was soon made, and its Oriental fragrance mingled with the other odors that filled the balmy air. Gay golden broken lights flickered in patches on the table, the china cups, the ladies dresses, and the grass, all but in one place, where the cool deep shadow lay undisturbed around the foot of the tree-stem.
Reade's novels, Volume 1
By Charles Reade

My first impression as we entered the place was that Manton had purposely planned the dim lights of rich amber and the clinging Oriental fragrance hovering about everything so as to produce an alluring and enticing atmosphere. The chairs and wide upholstered window seats, the soft, yielding divans in at least two corners, with their miniature mountains of tiny pillows, all were comfortable with the comfort one associates with lotus eating and that homeward journey soon to be forgotten. There was the smoke of incense, unmistakably.
The film mystery
By Arthur Benjamin Reeve

Thus urged, and wondering what it could be, I rose, leaving my book on the seat, and taking Raphael by the hand, followed by the do?, went into the house. The rooms were all on the ground floor; a broad hall ran through the house, and opening off it were four rooms; two were fitted up as salons, the other two consiituted my bed-room and dining-room. They were furnished alike with red velvet drapery, Turkey carpets, and mirrors. Pasiphae regularly each day placed fresh flowers in the Chinese vases on the marble consoles, and their delightful perfume scented the rooms with oriental fragrance.
Genevra: or, the history of a portrait
By Genevière Genevra Fairfield

In the time of our traveller these well watered and extensive plains presented the appearance of gardens. For miles the country was brought by artificial means to the highest pitch of cultivation. Nature not only yielded up her fruits as a generous mother, but appeared as richly arrayed and perfumed as an oriental bride. Flowers of every shape and hue, even to the choicest exotics, pleased the eye and filled the air with incense. The scenery was a happy mixture of the garden, the park, and the forest; whilst the Persian taste was gratified by the singing of countless birds, the murmuring of silver fountains, and the presence of wild and wondrous animals, sent as presents from every quarter of the immense empire.

The remains of Persepolis can still be identified. The magnificent ruins sometimes called Chehil-Menar, or the "Forty Pillars," and sometimes denominated TakhtiJemshid, or the " Throne of Jemshid," are undoubtedly the relics of the once famous palaces of Darius and of Xerxes; whilst the excavated chambers in the rocky hills in the neighbourhood have been regarded as the sepulchres of the successors of Cyrus. But how have the mighty fallen! How hath the golden city ceased! The screech owl screams and the spider weaves her web in the festive halls of the sons of Jemshid; and wolves and jackalls prowl where once the jewelled dresses of royal beauties wafted oriental fragrance through the pictured rooms.
The Life and Travels of Herodotus, Volume 2
By James Talboys Wheeler

The fragrance and somnorific power of the odor from the flowers of the Orient are to us unknown. It is related of a Persian poet who was rich in genius, but who wrote little, that on being asked why he did not produce more, replied, "I intended as soon as I should reach the rose tree, to All my lap and bring presents for my companions, but when I arrived there, the fragrance of the roses so intoxicated me that the skirt of my robe slipped from my hands."

Many of them like to hear the history of an article. If you know an article's history, what an interesting and enthusiastic story you can relate. Take an Oriental perfume like Sandalwood, you could tell of its various uses and connections in Japan, India, and Oriental countries, how the natives gather it, how the little bundles of sandalwood can be put into a bureau or dressing table, giving a characteristic Oriental odor to the clothes and toilet goods kept there, and at the same time acting as a moth preventative, what an important article it is in Oriental countries, etc.
A treatise on commercial pharmacy
By Daniel Charles O'Connor

There were perfumes imprisoned in delicate globules which might be thrown upon the hair and clothing of the guests of the household; the globules thus broken would release their contents to the guests' great delight; pots of incense from the far East, so deep and rich in their Oriental perfumes that their odors would cause the occupants of the chambers where they were released to travel in their imaginations through the lands of the Yellow River and the distant Ind, and in deep reveries the dreamer would hear the low, continuous chanting of white-bearded priests, punctuated by the clash of scimitars upon brazen shields, the stolid "chock" of bullock-carts and the jingle of the ropes of bells on the trappings of swaying elephants as they moved in long procession through narrow overhung streets.
The Wayfaring Man: a tale of the Temple
By George Estes

She touched her pony lightly, and in silence they took up the trail again through the jungle. On and on they rode, twisting and turning amid the India-rubber and banana trees and giant palms that hindered their way, under the strange, drooping foliage of the great amate trees, through which sifted the last rays of the afternoon sun. The darkness had overtaken them, the darkness suffused with the white radiance of a big tropical moon, which had risen somewhere beyond the great forest trees and the broad river, when they struck once more into the coffee fincas of El Paraiso. The path was wide and clear here, and, leaving Florentino far behind, singing as he strode along, they galloped down the fragrant avenues of coffee trees, brushing, as they passed, the shining leaves nodding level with their heads and the white, star-like blossoms with their faint Oriental perfume.
By Carter Goodloe

THE Cloisonne vase came the next day. Katherine had the box carried up to her room and opened it herself by the aid of a hammer, taking the treasure out of its innerwrappings of odd Oriental paper. There was an odd Oriental perfume that seemed to breathe not only from the wrappings but from within the vase itself, as if it had been filled with roses and sandalwood — the auctioneer had said it was an old piece. Perhaps some woman's hand had dropped the attar of roses in it once! The perfume gave the subtle sense of mystery which clings to the East and especially to the life behind the curtain — Katherine felt the thrill of it as she sat on the floor gazing dreamily at the vase as it stood, in all its shimmering beauty of blues and greens and interlacing pink, on the inverted box by the prosaic modernness of her mahogany dressing table. Katherine had a childish habit of secretly kissing certain inanimate objects; she kissed the vase now, pressing her soft rose-lips against its hard surface—it seemed to make it more a part of her when she should give it to Remsen — before putting it in the box once more, to be hidden in her closet.
Just for two
By Mary Stewart Doubleday Cutting

Stephen and Irene had sat as if entranced while the Magician had been giving them all this information. He now arose and waved his hands slowly to and fro before their faces and their eyes closed. Then touching a secret lever, or spring, the platform upon which they were seated began slowly to revolve. He pushed a golden button on the wall and the blue silken curtains unrolled and enclosed the platform. He touched an ivory spring upon a quaint bronze box standing beside it, and a weird dreamy music filled all the room. At the same time an odor of oriental perfume began to permeate the atmosphere. It came from the contents of small bronze urns which he had lighted. The Magician himself retired to a far corner of the room, and upon a silken cushion he kneeled before a bronze Buddha and became lost in reverie.
The amulet: a tale of the Orient
By Katherine Treat Blackledge