Category: Aftelier

Poetry Inspired by the Perfume Antique Ambergris from Aftelier.

I dusted off the old antiques
Searching for a bit of love:
Love-lost over time;
Nothing lasts forever.

I tossed the pain out
From deep within my soul
And left it to the seas’ mercy.
Will it return as something beautiful?

Unconditional love is rare,
That’s why it’s so valuable,
Like something soft and warm,
Like ointment to dry skin.

Memories grow old like the Cypress;
Golden like the Cassia tree.
In my mind, they last forever.
Even when I’m old and forget who I am, where I am,
Maybe I’m just living in these dreams then.

We’re just like the animals:
We dig the fields for a day,
Trying to leave a residue of ourselves to the world.
But the rain quickly washes us away.

The sea returned my joy,
Like waves that come and go.
When I’m old and forget who I am, where I am,
Maybe I’m just living in these dreams then. . .
Someplace warm and golden.

Click Here to learn more about the perfume “Antique Ambergris” from Aftelier. Or Click Here to read my last post, Darcy. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Poetry inspired by the perfume “Parfum Prive” from Aftelier.

Eve offered an apple, but you, an orange.
It was soft, round but blue as the ocean.
It made me melancholy; I was torn.
But you carried me like square stepping stones.

And yet, it’s your “realness” that empowers
As a spiced life leaves me reminiscing.
You assuaged like a sea of white flowers
And there I relaxed. . .it was beautiful. . .

Click here to learn more about the perfume Parfum Prive from Aftelier. Read Lyric Man from Amouge. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.