scent of books

Hogwarts House Scents

Ravenclaw: Old books, ink, rain, fresh parchment, complexly flavoured teas, paints, vintage clothing, coffee houses, lavendar, sharpened pencils, bergamot, musky thrift shops and attics

Hufflepuff: Patchouli, sandlewood, cannabis, cookies, crackling bonfire, birthday cake, lemongrass, freshly baked bread

Gryffindor: Matches, cinnamon, nutmeg, firecrackers, apples, butter rum, cracked black pepper, wood burning, black coffee, pumpkin

Slytherin: Pine, mint, iron, misty dewy mornings, jasmine, petrichor, eucalyptus, damp stone, freshly printed money, green tea, strong incense, blown out candles, lipstick, cool night air

Molecule of the Day: Vanillin

Vanilla is one of the world’s most popular flavours, being found in ice creams to creme brulees. But what gives vanilla pods their characteristic creamy, sweet scent? That would be vanillin (C8H8O3), a white solid that is slightly soluble in water.

Raw vanilla pods do not have any vanillin in them; it is instead stored as a scentless glycoside (see below). However, after the pods are cured and treated, the glycoside breaks down to release the free vanillin, producing the wonderful scent that we all know and love. Vanillin is also one of the contributors to the scent of old books; over time, the lignin that comprises the fibres in the pages break down, releasing aroma chemicals such as vanillin.

The biosynthetic pathway for vanillin is unknown. It is produced synthetically on an industrial scale from guaiacol and glyoxylic acid instead, as the demand for vanillin vastly outweighs the natural supply. 

Vanillin is widely used as a flavouring in a wide range of foods, usually as artificial vanilla essence, as well as a perfume additive. It is also used as a chemical intermediate in organic syntheses.

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Levels of a bookworm
  • Level 1: alphabetically orders all of their favorite books and neatly aligns them. Has read them all
  • Level 2: Places books randomly in the shelves, absolutely no order, read each and every one maybe once or twice, knows each one by heart
  • Level 3: bookshelf contains at least every book that has ever caught their eye EveR, has only read each one about 50 times, categorizes them, knows their scent, has two columns of books that haven't been read, stares at them longingly, reads a different book everyday and cries
Seventeen as simple lovely things
  • Seungcheol: Late night summer walks,leather jackets & turtle necks,warmth,smell of the ocean
  • Jeonghan: early morning light, black coffee, watercolors, snow, bamboos
  • Joshua: vanilla scented candles, ripped skinny jeans, messy hair, picnics
  • Junhui: rain falling against your window, the scent of new books, blueberries, frosting
  • Soonyoung: stars,drinking hot chocolate on a cold day,late night sleepy conversation
  • Wonwoo: haikus, old jokes that are still funny, long hot showers, chocolate
  • Jihoon: gardens, flowers, listening to music on the way home from work/school, art, fireflies
  • Seokmin: the scent of freshly cut lemons, fairy lights, cherry blossoms, cotton candy
  • Mingyu: black and white portraits, forests, stars, puppies, soft fuzzy socks
  • Minghao: frosty grass on winter mornings, sunsets, decorating your home for Christmas
  • Seungkwan: getting drenched in the rain, baby animals, sunrises, soft blankets
  • Hansol: the scent of fresh ginger, fruit, butterflies, cold wind on a hot day, carnivals
  • Chan: walking through warm grass barefoot, journals, the natural wake up call of birds in the morning
[Omegaverse AU] Scents Their Mates Would Have (GOT7)

*Don’t own the gif/s yo*

Author: Taebaby

JAEBUM 재범: Burning wood, dark scents, rose, earth

JINYOUNG 진영: Lavender, vanilla, wine or rum, slightly darker scents

YOUNGJAE 영재: Vanilla, strawberries, fresh laundry, mint

JACKSON 잭슨:  Cherry, chocolate, rain, musk

MARK 마크: Honey suckle, leather, sea/ocean breeze, chlorine maybe

BAMBAM 뱀뱀: Patchouli, chocolate, jasmine, coffee

YUGYEOM 유겸: Sandalwood, spicy scents, autumn air, old books

It's Not Everyday this Happens

Character: Philip X Shy!Reader
Prompt: A shy reader meets a special guy who just so happens to share some traits with them.
Word Count: 1,110
W/T: None???
A/N: This was requested by the lovely @fangirlwithasweettooth and so here it is! ALSO sorry if you wanted HamilTime, I just naturally write in Modern AU style…Hope y’all enjoy!
~SJ

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The scent of fresh book pages and strong coffee beans drifts past your nose as you drag your eyes away from your notebook, taking in your surroundings. The people sitting at the tables from before have up and left, and have been replaced by new faces, their plastic cups steaming with new drinks. You check your F/C watch, the silver hands indicating that a full hour has passed since you last looked up. You smiling awkwardly to yourself, somewhat embarrassed by how lost you had become in your drawings.

Reaching your hand over to your own mug, you wrap your cold fingers around it and lift it to your lips, only to be reminded that you hadn’t gone up to refill it earlier. Frowning, you sheepishly set the empty cup back on the smooth wood table, hoping that nobody had seen that little slip up. You would personally love to have another piping hot cup of hot chocolate or coffee, but you were not about to approach the register again. The first time was hard enough as is, having to repeat yourself three times before the barista finally got all of your order, you were not about to deal with your crippling shyness again.

Huffing out a sigh of defeat, you sink back into your chair, glaring down at your laptop screen, its sleep mode kicking into action. You feel so conflicted. You want more to drink, but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed again. You feel your cheeks heat up just thinking about it, making you uncomfortable at the very thought. You hurriedly glide your finger across the trackpad of your laptop, the screen instantly coming back to life. Reshuffling the music on your computer, your earbuds come alive with Brendon Urie’s voice as you begin to start back up on your Biology paper, swearing that Charles Darwin will be the death of you.

But your doodles keep distracting you. The untamed hair of your characters, their crooked smiles and blank expressions practically begging you to fix them. You try to push the spiral notebook away from you, but it’s as if the people on the page were yelling at you, screaming to get your attention. Sighing, you pick up your pencil and start to fix their shapes, making sure not to cross over your notes that you have on the page as well.

If you love me let me gooooooooooooo

You mouth along silently with the song, some chords quietly escaping you as you do so. No, you need to do your paper, Y/N, stop drawing. It can wait. You quickly shut the notebook and slide it into your backpack, making sure you can’t see it. Turning your attention back to the document before you, you hastily start typing, unsure of how the sentences flow together as you continue to write.

Because these words are knives that often leave scars

You slowly take a glance around the shop again, taking in your surroundings. More people mill around, their voices faded like the overhead music. The front of the store had a small line crowded around the counter, waiting for their own drinks. The-

Oh.

Oh.

Sitting directly in front of you, roughly five tables away, was a guy. A cute one, at that.

And he was staring at you.

The fear the fear of falling apart

Panicked, you avert your eyes back to your laptop screen, knowing full well your cheeks were burning a deep red. God, he is cute. His curly hair and freckled face were enough to send you into a fit within that short few seconds of seeing him. You want to talk to him, beckon him over do you can get to know him, but you wouldn’t dare to do so much as wave to him. He probably already has a girlfriend with those gorgeous eyes of his, and those perfectly soft looking lips.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you sneak a peek back over the top of your laptop, wondering if he was still looking.

He was.

And he was walking right towards you.

Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart

“May I sit?” He asks gently, his smile showing of his brilliantly white teeth. Unable to so much as speak, you nod, quickly pulling your headphones out of your ears and praying that you won’t make a fool of yourself. He chuckles and seats himself across from you, his grey t-shirt hugging his arms as he adjusts himself. “Sorry for staring, I was just wondering how such a beautiful person could be here on their own.” He apologizes, flashing his smile at you once more. Yeah, I could say the same thing about you, you tell yourself, not willing to say that to him. Instead, you manage to smile sheepishly at him, your cheeks burning once more. A single best of silence passes, the awkwardness you just created by not responding looming in the air.

“Uh, I’m Philip.”

“Y-Y/N.” You manage to squeak. Philip quickly notices how uncomfortable you seemed, and shifted in his seat. “I can, uh, leave if yo-” “No! No it’s fine I’m just…” You stammer, not wanting him to go, but struggling to bring yourself out of your comfort zone. “Shy?” He finishes, a soft smile on his lips. You nod back, somewhat surprised how well he knew what you were going to say. “Don’t worry about it, I’m kinda the same way.” He reassures, gently closing the lip of your laptop. You blink slowly, unsure of how to take in the whole situation. “You? Shy? You’re the one that came over here…” You trail, raising an eyebrow at him. He chuckles at that, the warmth of his voice filling your chest, making it tighten.

“To be honest, it took almost everything I had in me to force myself over here.” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re kidding.” It escapes your lips before you even have a chance to think about it. Philip, this guy sitting in front of you, leading the conversation, is shy? “My friends make fun of me for it all the time.” “Me too! They’re relentless about it, too.” You agree excitedly, a growing energy growing between the two of you. “

“Do they constantly trying to put you in situations that you get nervous about?”

“Feel like you rather die than do public speaking?”

“Yes!” You and Philip simultaneously laugh, smiling brightly at the fact of how well you knew each other.

“Hey, Y/N?” Philip asks, still giggling somewhat.

“Yeah?”

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

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4

You curled up on the couch with a steaming cup of apple cider, a good book, and a warm blanket. You took a sip of the cinnamon spiced delight and opened up your book to the front page.

The book had the wonderful scent of new books and John Watson and you felt like hugging it. John bought it for your Birthday and you could tell from the look on his face that he really loved it.

You dove into the book and began reading.

John and Sherlock walked up the stairs and into the flat. Sherlock looked at you as you watched John and a huge smirk spread across his face. He walked over and leaned down to your ear, “You’ll have to be more direct with him, (y/n). He can’t deduce your love like I can.”

You reddened and punched his shoulder. “Go away.”

“Gladly.”

John looked at you and grinned. “You’re reading it.”

“Yeah. I thought I should start it right away.”

He walkes over and you sat up so that he could sit down. He reached for the book, “May I?”

You nodded and handed him the book, trying to reply, but your breath got caught in your throat and you suddenly realized how nervous he made you.

He took the book and flipped through the pages, looking at your spot in the book, “I think you’ll love it.” He grinned and handed the book back.

You took the book and flipped to your spot and picked up a little piece of paper. You went to offer it back to him but he was already upstairs. You unfolded it and read a date, time, and location, with a little note under it.

I’ll pick you up at 6:00.

You blushed and grinned, sliding the paper back into your book and running down to your flat.

This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery store, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

— Junot Diaz, “This is How You Lose Her”

Why Old Books Smell Good
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Lignin, the stuff that prevents all trees from adopting the weeping habit, is a polymer made up of units that are closely related to vanillin. When made into paper and stored for years, it breaks down and smells good. Which is how divine providence has arranged for secondhand bookstores to smell like good quality vanilla absolute, subliminally stoking a hunger for knowledge in all of us.

From Luca Turin and Tania Sanchez’s Perfumes: the guide

04/02/16, 16:33 pm.

Ieri da me era un giorno grigio, pieno di nebbia, ed allora per scacciare un po la noia ho incominciato a decorare una nuova pagina del mio “Wreck this journal”, e sono indecisa sul fatto di aggiungere una frase di Charles Bukowski:

“Eravamo in mezzo alla strada,
il cielo si stava schiarendo, era come se stessi a casa;
casa mia era giocare a incasinarle i capelli,
lasciare che il suo profumo mi restasse addosso.”

La trovo molto dolce 💗

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons for Edmund at Hogwarts?

i already have done A LOT but here’s a bit more because i love the pevensies at hogwarts so much!!

  • loves to go to the astronomy towar to be alone
  • he had a pet rat that susan hated
  • his amorentia scent: wind, old books, pine and mint
  • is banned from the library because he played exploding snap and nearly burned down books
  • when he became a prefect he took his role very seriously always helping younger hufflepuffs whenever he could
  • (also maybe helped them sneaking in the kitchens in the middle of the night)