Fragrance Poetry inspired by Fig from Aftlier.
Are you going to come
visit tonight?
We’ve faded since
we ate the fruit and died,
lost in passions.
But now hoping we might
Wake by the fig tree
to our unlocked sky.
Both the forbidden fruit and a new hope.
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You dripped with bitter orange and tuberose
Mixed strangely with the “cepes” on our plate.
A seducing aroma to my nose,
Requiem for my heart you’d confiscate.
More about the fragrance from Aftelier, Cepes and Tuberose. More poetry from The Fragrance Writer, Oud for Greatness. Instagram @thefragrancewriter. Photo by Timothy Dykes on Unsplash. Poetry © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2021.
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There were cepes on our plate.
à “La Ville Lumiere” – we ate.
They’ve told the tale:
No peers prevail
from hearts you confiscate.
You dripped with tuberose
and bitter orange and rose.
Away I went,
Seduced by scent
Like magic to my nose.
We ventured to the wood
as Hansel and Gretel would.
But cocoa castles,
harms and hassles!
And I’m Red Riding Hood.
There was magic in the shroom.
I was lost in porcini doom.
After I ate
I Hallucinate.
Be careful what you consume.
There were cepes on our plate.
You bewitched me on that date.
They’ve told the tale:
No peers prevail!
My heart, you did confiscate.
Both wondrous and wild among florals.
You make men mad to be madly endeared,
Allured to plunge into your soft petals
with charm cherished and ferociousness feared.
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Fragrance Poetry inspired by Cuir Gardenia from Aftelier.
You’re a fauna among flowers.
Seldom to settle down.
Both wondrous and wild.
Making men mad and madly in love.
At times, I plunge into your petals.
Soft, satin and smooth.
You’re a Garden of Gardenia.
And I’m inebriated in nectar.
But your dichotomy is dramatic.
You’re not frail and feeble foliage.
Pull your Petals and you will Prick.
Even, arguably, animalic.
To end, your allure is honored.
Your charm, cherished.
Your delicacies are delightful.
And your ferociousness, feared.
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