Amouage – The Fragrance Writer

Ashore by Amouage is Perfume Poetry

Poetry inspired by the perfume Ashore from Amouage.

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When will life’s currents return what was lost?
Like a bottle-at-sea, I’m turned. . . I’m tossed. . .

Happy reminders of us at the beach.
Were dispersed as sudden thunderstorms brewed.
All our fulfillment was now out of reach.
Rip-Tides and ripped hearts separated you.

Like a widow’s walk – I never gave up.
Like Jasmine, hope would bloom but fall again.
Souvenir memories – sand in a cup.
‘Til waves let you out again in the sand.

FInally, my long-lost love washed ashore.
Just. . .I don’t recognize you anymore.

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Jubilation XXV (Amouage) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance poetry inspired by Jubilation XXV from Amouage.

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I’ve been caught by troubles
like a sheep in Rock Rose,
Cultivating my life in a land
Of blackberries and brown thorns.

One day, we glimpsed our Savior.
But, He was buried just as soon,
Anointed with myrrh and aloes.
Wrapped in a sobering white shroud.

This was to be the year of Jubilee,
When debts were forgiven – slaves set free.
He would soothe and sweeten my bitter life
Like oranges and honey.

But. . .our debts required a sacrifice – His sacrifice.
And as His righteousness rose to Heaven
Like the smoke of a Holy incense,
So, too, from the grave He would rise.

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. . .