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Aqua Divina (Bulgari) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Aqua Divina from Bulgari.

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She’s soft.
Soft but salty
Like the unexpected mouth full of sea water
While swimming at the beach.
She’s pungent,
Like the fruit on the counter
That’s so ripe, its scent fills the house.
She has a ginger-like snap:
You’re not sure if she’s being spicy or not.
And she’s just a touch of white florals,
Like a girl who just wants to act
Just A “bit” like a lady
(but not too much).
Yes, Her sweetness is there,
It just takes a minute to shine through.

I don’t know how I fell for her,
But she’s swept me off-to-sea and back
Like an aqua divina.
And I now lay stranded,
Left to basque in her sun
(Or to dry-out and wither?).

. . .I’m not sure,
But such is love. . .

Unfortunately, this fragrance is now discontinued, so you may never have a chance to experience it except through my poetry. Read Poison Girl by Dior. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Poison Girl (Dior) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry Inspired by Poison Girl from Dior.

dior poison girl fragrance review poetry — Photo by Stanislav Kondratiev on Unsplash

It was half bitter orange,
Half sweet cherry.
This cup the waitress served me
Left me feeling kind of hairy.

I said, “Is the Amaretto?”
She said “No it’s sugar. . .Trust Me!”
It was super sweet and spicy
With a bite that killed me softly.

In a dark red glass,
With her lipstick on the rim,
This drink felt kind of dangerous
Like a rose from Brothers Grimm.

She said, “I’m the kind of girl
Your mother warned you about.”
I said “Stop! This cup is ‘Poison!’”
And I’m already out!

Dia Man (Amouage) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Dia Man from Amouage.

dia man amouage poetic fragrance review — Photo by Safwan Mahmud on Unsplash

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.