Viking (Creed) | Perfume Poetry

Poetry inspired by the perfume Viking from Creed.

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You trod along the lavender estate,
Just like an orange army marches along.
Energy isn’t kind to those who wait
Because viking hearts cannot be captured.

We knew the whole thing would come to a point,
Like triangles, or likes the tips of spears.
But my arrows – I chose not to anoint:
They’ll forever fly free through the white air.

Refresh.. Refresh me like a sprig of mint
With the vivacity of pink peppers.
The out-lander comes to make me submit
But my viking heart cannot be captured.

Click Here to learn more about the perfume Viking from Creed. Read Parfum Prive from Aftelier. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Parfum Prive (Aftelier) | Perfume Poetry

Poetry inspired by the perfume “Parfum Prive” from Aftelier.

Eve offered an apple, but you, an orange.
It was soft, round but blue as the ocean.
It made me melancholy; I was torn.
But you carried me like square stepping stones.

And yet, it’s your “realness” that empowers
As a spiced life leaves me reminiscing.
You assuaged like a sea of white flowers
And there I relaxed. . .it was beautiful. . .

Click here to learn more about the perfume Parfum Prive from Aftelier. Read Lyric Man from Amouge. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

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. . .

Click Here to learn more about Lyric Man from Amouage. Read Oud Luban. TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.