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.