Black Orient (Bulgari) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Black Orient from Bulgari.

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Like leather laced with lava-lake,
I bit into the bitter bud.
It yanked my youth of yesterday
To Make a man from mud.

Riddled with resins and rum,
I swallowed the sachet of spice.
Once dredged and drained, was done,
Lifting this leper to life.

By fire, free-men are formed:
Chasten a cherished child.
Through tears and terrors, he’s torn.
But after smoke and smolder. . . he’ll smile.

I just wanted to say I had a lot of fun writing this one. I like to play around with difference styles of poetry, including free-form. But I threw a bunch of techniques in this one – rhyme, rhythm, alliteration and symbolism. A nice contrast from the one I wrote before this – “Wood Essence” – which was barely written as poetry. But hey, why not change things up?

Unfortunately, Black Orient from Bulgari was a limited run and now discontinued. So, my poem may be the only way you can ever experience it. Read Secret Garden from Aftelier. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Garanat (Bulgari) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance poetry inspired by Garanat from Bulgari.

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Passion is like a rose
dressed with thorns,
pricking red blood-drops.
But even pain is tolerated
when fired by emotions.

So my eyes, like garnets,
glow with embers inside
as the incense burns,
like a prayer
to save my fervent soul.

Click Here to learn more about Garanat from Bulgari. Read Atomic Rose from Initio. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Falkar (Bulgari) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Falkar from Bulgari.

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I want to be free like. . .

Like the high falcon,
floating over the dark woods
to the azure sky.

Like Cheyenne riding
off into the last sunset
on eternal plains.

Like a Bedouin,
carrying my pride of spice
across seas of sand.

Like the last James Dean,
“A Rebel Without a Cause.”
. . .And a leather jacket.

Click Here to learn more about Falkar from Bulgari. Read Interlude Man from Amouage. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.