Rehab (Initio) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry Inspired by Rehab from Initio.

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Can someone take my heart to rehab?
I didn’t know everything was counterfeit these days.
I just want to taste something that’s authentic.
Even if it doesn’t last too long.
Even if the romance isn’t too strong.
Just take my heart to rehab.

If I find true love,
Will I even be able to distinguish it?
Or will it all taste so different?
Because I only know the imitations –
Imitations meant to trick limitations.

But I’ll welcome this right now
On an occasion for peace.
A little white cup of
Pure white cream.
Some little purple flowers.
A little something sparkle-y.
And this little bit of true love
Will lull me to sleep.

So tell me,
What’s your love rehab?

Click Here to learn more about Initio Parfums. Read Amber Tapestry from Aftelier. © 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Amber Tapestry (Aftelier) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance poetry inspired by Amber Tapestry from Aftelier.

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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.

Click Here to learn more about Amber Tapestry from Aftelier. Read Falkar from Bulgari. © 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Falkar (Bulgari) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Falkar from Bulgari.

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I want to be free like. . .

Like the high falcon,
floating over the dark woods
to the azure sky.

Like Cheyenne riding
off into the last sunset
on eternal plains.

Like a Bedouin,
carrying my pride of spice
across seas of sand.

Like the last James Dean,
“A Rebel Without a Cause.”
. . .And a leather jacket.

Click Here to learn more about Falkar from Bulgari. Read Interlude Man from Amouage. © 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.