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.

More about the perfume by Amouage, Ashore. More of my latest poetry, Virtus. Poetry © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2021. Photo by Dids on Pexels.com.

Virtus by Navitus is Perfume Poetry

Poetry inspired by the perfume Virtus from Navitus.

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You’re my Octagon – But… what does it mean?
Smoothing a square by easing the edges
To eight sides, like your personality.
Now that’s power! You hit me with passion.
You lost me in shimmering ceylon woods
And then hit me with your cinnamon stick.
Make my life happy – like they said you would,
So hard times to be a little softer.
Our setting was green fields, sunshine and streams,
Tempting delusions lost clouds of smog.
Your vanilla makes the tobacco sweet
But smoking cigars is still bad for your health.

More about the perfume by Navitus, Virtus. More of my latest poetry, Iris Poudre. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2021 except where noted otherwise. Photo by Alexander Ant on Pexels.com.

Iris Poudre by Frederic Malle is Perfume Poetry

Poetry inspired by the perfume Iris Poudre from Frederic Malle.

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Sometimes our love can be such a cliche:
How’s a bottle of that numbered perfume?
Or do you want an old fashioned bouquet?
Yes – Sometimes love can be such a cliche.

The drums – beating in circles – like my heart,
Reminiscing of Eighth Grade Corsages.
Let’s see how love dries down… ….same as the start.
Sometimes soft, sometimes sharp, some time sometimes…

Draw me close, I’ll draw you even closer.
New days develop on a white canvas.
An aromatic’s not automatic.
No, sometimes love is not such a cliche.

More about this perfume by Frederic Malle: Iris Poudre. More of my latest poetry: Thé Blanc. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2021 except where noted otherwise. Photo by Zaksheuskaya on Pexels.com.