Word: fragrantly
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...fellow sniffers, and saw a long table, a dozen or so chairs and one very happy volunteer. (Too zoned out, no doubt, to kick me out and tell me I didn?t belong there.) Even without open pots of the sticky stuff around, the tent was pretty fragrant...
...paused outside the door of the gardener’s shed, her hand quivering lightly upon the latch. If she opened the door, if she dared to set even one foot across the threshold, the decision would be made, she would do it. She was suddenly aware of the fragrant air, astonishingly heavy and moist for the summer. She heard, as if from a piano, note by melodious note, the birds that nested in the lone apple tree that leaned over the shed; saw as if through a magnifying glass the leaves of grass which were still the pale green...
...terrace, the late afternoon’s warm summer air, straining to contain its own fragrant richness, had drawn tiny beads of condensation from the Viscountess Felicity Fabreigh’s glass of water. In the silence that had opened up between exchanged insults, she chewed elegantly on her lower lip. Her glass threw off thin beams of iridescence, which played tricks of light and color on Viscount Frederick Fabreigh’s monocle.“It will be pointless to plant it along the north wall,” the Viscount said. “That side...
Exploring the entirety of this enormous market would take hours, but you will quickly home in on traditional Latvian delights like fragrant rye bread and piragi, a baked roll filled with bacon. In the meat pavilion, beef-carvers exchange banter while elsewhere honey vendors capitalize on Latvia's rich history of beekeeping. They actively court passersby with samples drawn, for instance, from buckwheat blossoms...
...there was the soul of a poet, diverted by the rush of politics, but never denied, not even in the White House citadel. She once told Sidey how often at day's end she took her paper work with her to the arbor in the Jacqueline Kennedy Garden where fragrant ripening grapes hung heavy above her and she sat on creaky white wicker chairs. "There," she said, "I'm in a dear, old-fashioned summer home." And she often sat in twilight on the Truman Balcony to watch the Washington Monument fade from a delicate pink to gray...