a hint of tuberose and vanilla, with just
a touch of jasmine....his words more
fragrant than the scent upon my skin...
there is a top note of orange blossoms,
and then, he sighs, it deepens into
something full of warm nights and
amber...Morroco, I think...mmm, not
that heavy, more like Savanna in June
listening to him describe fragrance
is like visiting a spa...warm word stones,
evocative scent-supported similes,
musky metaphors, large heady bouquets
of lilies and bowls of lavender beside
the bed....
close your eyes, he says, let the scent
unfold to you like scenes from an opera
and he is right, I take in puccini, and
exhale verdi...ahhh, I think, to breathe
the rare colors of venice on a summer's night
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