Chapter 161

The waft of flowers and deep-seated alcohol assailed my nostrils, I knew of thisz since this was the particular scent everyone has been talking about, the scent that the market has been going crazy about just to acquire the signature scent that she wore around.

It was something like intoxicating flowers, flowers that made you drunk on the very smell and essence of them. Some sites had rumours that she had concocted it herself, while others said it was simply something exclusive, something exclusive that she wore each and every time, but yet you could easily get such a scent at any store you walked into 

I don't think that's true though, the moment people know that something a celebrity is using is common, it immediately becomes rare. It becomes so rare that the prices hike up, and so it goes to support the rumours about the exclusiveness and rarity of what said celebrity is using.

This scent assailng my nostrils almost made me choke, it made me choke and surprised at the fact that a girl who was barely older than me, a girl who was practically my age could wear such heavy perfume and yet not choke on the extremity of it.

I can't say I've ever been a fan of perfumes or scents beforez but yet I know that I use little. I use little enough to make sure that I didn't smell badly, but yet I didn't use as much as I was percieving right now. I didn't use as much as was assailling my nostrils and making me choke at the strangeness and the strength that it carried. 

She smelled like alcohol alright, and she's she smelled like flowers, but yet it seemed both the scents had developed hands, hands that were making to grab my throat.

It was making to grab my throat and make me choke on the heaviness of it. It made me heady and unable to breathe at the same time.

I had come across alcohol only once, when father had some of his friends over and it was practically necessary, but I wouldn't say it was that necessary as I knew my father didn't drink. It was one of those things that he did in passing, he only drank when it was necessary and I don't mean necessary like trying to wipe away your sorrows or trying to forget something necessary.

He only drank when it would be impolite not to drink. I remember stumbling across the glass that some alcohol had been poured into one day, and the scent of it, the singular sharpness and the heady feeling it gave me made me develop an instant curiosity about it.

I was so curious as to what smells so heady and exotic at the same time and so I grabbed the cup and sniffed. Even with all my fevered sniffing, I don't really think I still got the scent that well.

I got the scent well enough from Celaena though. I got it enough that I would know the singular scent anywhere else.