Oud Luban (Aftelier) | Perfume Poetry

Poetry Inspired by the Perfume Oud Luban from Aftelier.

I combed the earth
To find a cure for my wounds
[I am the broken hearted-man].
I roamed past
The lign aloes [planted by God],
And the giant cedars
Reaching to heaven.
Nothing could ease my pain;
Neither khus oil,
Nor the fruit of the goodly tree
Could return my joy.
I prayed for a sign. . .
. . .for a miracle. . .
But I came to the Boswella tree
and swung my axe in faith,
As incense swings through the air
[while smoke ascends like a prayer].
And where blade met bark,
From there’s came the healing milk,
And so the mending
Of a broken heart.

Read “Not Sure I like This One.” Click Here to learn more about the perfume Oud Luban from Aftelier. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Vanilla Smoke (Aftelier) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry Inspired by Vanilla Smoke from Aftelier.

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I fell into a girl named Vanilla
As I tripped into a dream late last night.
She was pink, petite and perfectly sweet.
Down-to-earth with a delicate, soft light.

Have you lolled, half-awoken, in your bed
Smelling cookies baking in the morning?
An aroma gentley flirting with you,
With such anticipated desiring. . .

This is how Vanilla stirs me from sleep:
Like a silky incense raising a prayer:
If this girl that I dreamed of could be mine.
But when I open my eyes, she’s not there.

Girls like Vanilla, they never last long.
Once you want her more, she’s already gone.

Click Here to learn more about Vanilla Smoke. Read Absolutio from Navitus. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020 except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Secret Garden (Aftelier) | Perfume Poetry

Poetry Inspired by the Perfume Secret Garden from Aftelier.

I lived a secret garden,
Where I could feel liberally.
My heart was soft and sweet –
Well rounded and strongly.
My soul was in full bloom
Like a jasmine vine
Decorated in an array
Of small, delicate flowers.

I was not unlike
The beasts of the earth,
Who feel purely, innocently
Covered from judgement.
In my mind and emotions,
My soul was strong, well rooted
And fragrant-like,
Like the Rosewoods of Brazil.

But the seasons changed.
Feelings and thoughts
Strange to me
Immersed my bewildered mind –
Muddled me –
Restless & uncertain.
They left me trying to manage –
to dictate –
my delicate senses.

But feelings are a garden.

[And all gardens need tending.
Feelings grow as they may,
But nourish them
With good water –
Good sun –
Good soil –
And pray their fruit grows sweetly].

Click Here to learn more about the perfume Secret Garden from Aftelier. Read about Tiffany Intense. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.