Interlude Man (Amouage) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance poetry inspired by Interlude Man from Amouage.

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I love that just-out-of-the-shower vibe
Fresh hair, blue sweaters, soapy amber skin.
I close my eyes, I’m cozy and alive.
A heavy incense burns a peace within.
It’s time to let the holidays begin.

Read Oud for Greatness from Initio. Click Here to learn more about Interlude Man from Amouage. Photo by Dmitry Bayer on Unsplash. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2021, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Reflection Man (Amouage) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Reflection Man from Amouage.

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I look into the mirror…
Who am I..?
Like flowers of neroli,
I am pure..?
Like jasmine blooms,
I charm you with my eye..?
Like sandalwood,
I make you feel secure..?

Click Here to learn more about Reflection Man from Amouage. Read Kalan from Parfums de Marly. Photo by Jacob Rank on Unsplash. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2021 except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Epic Man (Amouage) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Epic Man by Amoauge.

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I grew up in the black woods, dense and strong.
The prince of incense, musk and white spice.
Who thieves strike – But not wishing to do wrong –
To steal my gold – which is oud – with their slice.

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I’m a forest of black woods – dense and strong.
Incense rises like a fog from within.
Filled with all sorts of musks and white spices,
as smooth, rounded trees stand firm in the wind.

But there are those who wonder and envy.
They saw me ill – infection oozed like sap.
They came to thieve and take my life from me.
Hypnotized by my deep, exotic scents.

Just how much of my “esse” can they rob?
Every drop of me – more precious than gold.
But don’t underrate my virility
It’s vigor that grew me robust and old.

I’m not the dead forest you expected.
I’m fresh and awoken. . . I am “Epic”. . .