Aqua Divina (Bulgari) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Aqua Divina from Bulgari.

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An Aqua Divina swept me away. . .
She was soft, salty with a splash of spice.
I’m not sure sure how I fell for her this way,
The one just sharp enough to still be nice.

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She’s soft.
Soft but salty
Like the unexpected mouth full of sea water
While swimming at the beach.
She’s pungent,
Like the fruit on the counter
That’s so ripe, its scent fills the house.
She has a ginger-like snap:
You’re not sure if she’s being spicy or not.
And she’s just a touch of white florals,
Like a girl who just wants to act
Just A “bit” like a lady
(but not too much).
Yes, Her sweetness is there,
It just takes a minute to shine through.

I don’t know how I fell for her,
But she’s swept me off-to-sea and back
Like an aqua divina.
And I now lay stranded,
Left to basque in her sun
(Or to dry-out and wither?).

. . .I’m not sure,
But such is love. . .

Unfortunately, this Aqua Divina from Bulgari is now discontinued, so you may never have a chance to experience it except through my poetry. Read Poison Girl by Dior. ©, 2021, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Gyan by Bulgari is Perfume Poetry.

Tell me the riddle of the seductive,
With dense desires suspended in air
And faint pheromones that are so abductive.
Truly, the knowledge of love is not there.

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Fragrance Poetry inspired by Bulgari Gyan.

Gyan Bulgari Poetic Fragrance Review
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Tell me the riddle of the seductive,
With dense desires suspended in air
And faint pheromones that are abductive?

Romance was created by The Divine,
And secrets held in your sapphire eyes.
They’re a treasure to explore – and make mine.

The final spice of life to discover:
What makes your allure so alluring?
It drowns me to depths beyond recover.

The simple wisdom that God has passed on:
How man loves a woman. . . There is no “Gyan.”

Collins Dictionary defines Gyan as the Sanskrit word for “Knowledge.”

On their website, Bulgari describes this fragrance as one of insight and sophistication – attributing to it the name “Gyan” – as well as the use of the Blue Sapphire, representing the same. However, When I smell patchouli, the overwhelming affect I get is one of mysterious attraction. I decided to tie two themes together – but with a twist – writing a poem of mysterious romance that – although being created by God (for our enjoyment!) – can also never be truly understood.

Proverbs 30 [NLT]: “There are three things that amaze me— no, four things that I don’t understand: how an eagle glides through the sky, how a snake slithers on a rock, how a ship navigates the ocean, how a man loves a woman.”

Click here to find out more about the fragrance Bulgari Gyan.

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Wood Neroli by Bulgari is Perfume Poetry

Yes, I wanna be where my skin turns bronze.
Laying in the shade of pure neroli.
Bringing light where the sun’s already gone,
Making life bloom on a bitter orange tree.

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Fragrance Poetry inspired by Bulgari Wood Neroli.

Life is like a bitter orange tree. . .

I close my eyes for a brief siesta.
My dreams sail me to a far-away place.
See, my midday break feels lugubrious.
But in paradise, that’s never the case.

Here, I make my couch among the driftwood.
Yes, my tropical drink is within reach.
The sun would swelter, but I’m in the shade.
Because, in dreams, fruit trees thrive on the beach.

I unlock my eyes, glare at my pale skin.
No, I want to go where my skin turns bronze.
Even orange, I would be OK with that!
But, after work, the sun’s already gone.

Life is like a bitter orange tree. . .
But, if you bloom on the bitter orange tree,
in time, you’ll yield the purest neroli.

Click Here to learn more about Bulgari Wood Neroli. Read Fig from Aftelier. ©, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.