Fragrance Poetry inspired by Aqua Divina from Bulgari.
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?).
Fragrance Poetry inspired by Dia Man from Amouage.
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.