amouage – The Fragrance Writer

Lyric Man (Amouage) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Lyric Man from Amouage.

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Sometimes I can’t take this world anymore.
Everything’s harsh, bitter, crazy and old.
Everyone’s rough when I walk out the door
Where I have to perform just as I’m told.
How long can I do this and not go mad?
My final nerve has all but erupted.
And if I should see a glimmer of hope
All of my mirth is soon interrupted.

BUT… then there’s you… my darling and my friend!
You see how to comfort and mellow me.
You cleanse my soul like a soft, lathered soap.
Or like a fresh and spicy herbal tea.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore,
You’re the pack of pink roses at my door.

Thank You. . .

Interlude Man (Amouage) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance poetry inspired by Interlude Man from Amouage.

I love smelling clean out of the shower
and tossing on my comfy, blue sweater.
Then, I feel cradled by the familiar.

Combining with my fresh and soapy skin,
I’m consumed by a scent that “takes me back.”
It stays on me like golden amber sap.
Shutting my eyes, aroma takes me there:
To a warm, cozy time with family.

The smell of thick incense all over me
from the church service before our dinner,
blended with all the flavors of the food:
Black pepper. . . oregano cutting through,
The sweet cinnamon that spiced the dessert.
And when we hugged, it rubbed off your cologne.

Yes. . .it’s all there. . . though today I’m alone. . .

Reflection Man (Amouage) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Reflection Man from Amouage.

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I wonder at my reflection:
Am I the man you need me to be?

If I made you a bouquet
To represent all of me that I’d give you,

I’d start with jasmine. . .
. . . As a beginning to love and romance.

And I’d mix it with neroli blossoms. . .
. . .For a love that’s pure and innocent.

I’d stick rosemary branches on each side. . .
. . .To guard our love with fidelity and remembrance.

I’d garnish it all with vetiver. . .
. . .To keep us grounded when emotions fly.

And then I’d sprinkle it with sandalwood. . .
. . .To always know and trust who I am.

I wonder at my reflection:
Am I the man you need me to be?
Am I the man I need me to be?