Fragrance poetry inspired by Amber Tapestry from Aftelier.
I wanted to find a bouquet to symbolize our old-fashioned love. So I brought you blue heliotrope. But you said you love Jasmine. Yes, you are soft and smooth like those petit, white flowers. . . Maybe slightly sweetened by an orange. But I’m a wild. . .animalistic. . .
Or perhaps I’m just tossed. . . like a grey stone of the ocean. And your waves have crashed me. Immersed me in your high-tide.
I’m embosomed. and your warm amber is my tapestry.
Fragrance poetry inspired by Interlude Man from Amouage.
I love smelling clean out of the shower and tossing on my comfy, blue sweater. Then, I feel cradled by the familiar.
Combining with my fresh and soapy skin, I’m consumed by a scent that “takes me back.” It stays on me like golden amber sap. Shutting my eyes, aroma takes me there: To a warm, cozy time with family.
The smell of thick incense all over me from the church service before our dinner, blended with all the flavors of the food: Black pepper. . . oregano cutting through, The sweet cinnamon that spiced the dessert. And when we hugged, it rubbed off your cologne.
Yes. . .it’s all there. . . though today I’m alone. . .