Didn’t I say,don’t sit with sad companions?
Don’t sit with anyone but those whose hearts are glad.
Since you are in the garden, don’t go to thorns.
Sit amidst the roses, jonquils, and jasmine. “Rumi”
From plants that wake when others sleep,
from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day,
but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
“This is how I would die
into the love I have for you:
As pieces of cloud
dissolve in sunlight.”
“Dove smiled in satisfaction. “Something I picked up in the south of France. It’s the purest jasmine from Grasse, which makes it very special indeed.”
“Why?” Evie sniffed again. The scent was rich and sensual, curling against her like a cat and warming itself on her skin.
“Child, jasmine is one of the most seductive scents imaginable, and the stuff from Grasse is the finest in the world. In the little village where I collected that, the farmers won’t even let their nubile daughters walk through the fields when the flowers are ripe for fear they won’t be able to control themselves.”
“I can see why,” Evie murmured. The heavy fragrance was intoxicating, and she felt like someone entirely new.”
― Deanna Raybourn,