Fragrance Poetry inspired by Journey Man by Amouage.
The smell of Sichuan peppercorns are embedded in my clothes from the season’s harvest. I came home in time for the holidays. Little red peppercorns hung on green leaves: That was my early Christmas Tree.
You can say I live a spiced life, travelling from one place to the next. Sometimes, men feel the breeze on their face and hear the call of the wild – for freedom.
I know the routine well, when I walk through the door. First, you’ll grab me in your arms. Then, you’ll throw out my tobacco And lay out a proper suit. . . . . .And you’ll ask me to stay.
But, soon, it’s time to move on to the next harvest. But I linger for a moment, thinking, this time I might stay. After all, every man needs to start a new “Journey” sometime. . .
Fragrance Poetry inspired by Aqua Divina from Bulgari.
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?).