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 Dia Man from Amouage.
The first moment of the day. Fresh – Happy – Bright. The window, slightly open, let’s in the scent of Green, spicy plants baking in the soft morning sun. Those same yellow, mellow beams stretch from their sleep across my face. Next to the bed, a jar of white flowers. Gently wafting my eyes to close again. Next to me, my lover still lies. Precious. . .peaceful. I try not to disturb.
Today, I woke up in paradise. I try not to think too much – I don’t want to ruin this moment with the cares of to come. Perfect moments don’t last. And with day comes night. But I hold on to moments like this As long as I can.