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.

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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.

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Wood Essence (Bulgari) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance poetry inspired by Wood Essence from Bulgari. . .

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I discover peace in creation from the essence of the woods. People can be perplexing but nature is simple. So I rest in my garden, over a spicy bed of coriander. My Cypress trees keep me safe, lined up like a thick green wall. And my cedars stretch to grant me shade.There’s also my lemon tree, who reaches out her gifts to me; her zesty yellow hearts.

But in the center, there’s my Storax – my companion. We both sit solitary – alone in the middle. Sometimes, I see the Storax cut and bleed. He sees my pains as well. And, although he never speaks, I know that he feels them.

The Storax taught me a lesson one day. The first time I saw him pierced, I watched him bleed. But, to my surprise, his sap wasn’t sour. No, it was sweet like Vanilla. I learned, too, that when I’m pierced, I can either bleed sweet or bitter. And it’s in those times that my true inner essence is discovered.

So, when you are pierced and bleed, will you choose to become more sour? Or do you want to be sweet, too, like my friend the Storax tree?

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