amouage – The Fragrance Writer

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. . .

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. . .