Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth. - George Eliot
Certainly virtue is like precious odors, most fragrant when they are incensed, or crushed: for prosperity doth best discover vice, but adversity doth best discover virtue. - Sir Francis Bacon