Five Sentence Story

One morning, I awoke to the aroma of something familiar, yet vaguely unsettling. Whatever could it be, I wondered.

It was reminiscent of the aroma of freshly mown grass, yet I knew that was impossible as all of the windows were closed and there was snow on the ground.

Wait a minute! Perhaps it was my roommate practicing aromatherapy? Or maybe the warmth from my new plug-in was wafting the strange aroma throughout my bedroom?

Very, very strange.

Sniffing delicately, I finally determined that the strange odor was coming from underneath my bed.

I lifted the bedskirt and peered into the depths, past the dust bunnies.

Aha! There's the answer - something my boyfriend had left behind during his last visit.

It wasn't the smell of newly mown grass at all... it was the gassy aroma of eau de sweaty socks!

(Sorry. I know that was way more than 5 sentences, but I couldn't help myself. It was so much more fun to turn it into a story.)

The aroma emanating from her body brought to mind...the aroma of greasy spaghetti and meatballs. The aroma that lingers in Little Italy, N.Y. But her aroma also had a tinge of rosemary, a green and ecologically aesthete aroma.

How's that ? 

I like to go to the purfume aile,for the different aroma's. I like the the fresh aroma of fresh cut grass. I hate the aroma of a cigar.I also hate the aroma of an unclean body.I like the aroma of fresh linen.

The aromas from the kitchen were intoxicating. The aroma coming from the roses was overwhelming.   There is nothing like the  aroma of fresh coffee perking in the morning.   The evening was filleld with the aroma of jasmin. The aroma of bread baking woke me from a deep sleep.

Fragrance
She sat on the antique brocade bench, aromas of yesterday clinging to the chair
while floral cream's aroma on tiny hands positioned three-way mirrors with care,
and prints lingered where rose aroma long ago smudged the ivory paint with flare.
Pink face powder etched crystal vanity jars, scenting her condiment's share,
for as the three year old fluffed curls and cheeks, Grandma's aroma was there.

Omg! This shit's rules!