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. . .

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Safanad (Parfums de Marly) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry Inspired by Safanad from Parfums de Marly.

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On the beaches of white sand,
Your light embrace felt so pure.
You were where my love began,
Your tender arms around me. . .

Your lips, warm like cinnamon,
and orange blossoms in your hair. . .
I was always sweet but soft.
You bit my heart like a pear.

Our love reached up to heaven
climbing ylang-ylang vines.
Like golden blooms in the sun.
But all blossoms fade in time.

I came back home to our beach
To fall in your arms – I hoped.
But the gentle tides came in
And washed away dreams like soap

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Vanilla Smoke (Aftelier) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry Inspired by Vanilla Smoke from Aftelier.

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Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash

I fell into a girl named Vanilla
As I tripped into a dream late last night.
She was pink, petite and perfectly sweet.
Down-to-earth with a delicate, soft light.

Have you lolled, half-awoken, in your bed
Smelling cookies baking in the morning?
An aroma gentley flirting with you,
With such anticipated desiring. . .

This is how Vanilla stirs me from sleep:
Like a silky incense raising a prayer:
If this girl that I dreamed of could be mine.
But when I open my eyes, she’s not there.

Girls like Vanilla, they never last long.
Once you want her more, she’s already gone.

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