Henry Scott Tuke, 1850
Lemons blaze, hotter than the white heat on the green grass.
Sleepy, wafts of tangerine and juicy neroli, roll by.
It's time for a walk in the sunny garden.
Dreaming in the daze of warmth,
yellow striped butterflies prance with audacity.
Bold; they know they are marked as "dangerous".
Bond no.9- Chinatown
Proud, perfect plum blossom perky and prim,
glows with oriental spices;
cardomom anchors the sultry cloud
as it hovers in the trees.
Red; the color of happiness,
luck and all good life forces,
rushes forth as it fills my heart.
The rich scent is redolent;
representative of an ancient civilization
'Lady Godiva' by John Collier, 1897
Riding in protest yet provocative; assertive,
ever the female in control.
A woman takes the reigns donning
the smoothest, richest leather.
Daunting; the dark forest awaits.
Sultry sandalwood, labdanum, nutmeg
and saffron envelope the velvet robes in
DelRae- Début, EDP
Darkest green surviving coolest, crispy nights
sparkling white angel's caps
float like so much dainty tulle.
If there were fairies, surely it would be here.
The snap of bergamot and linden blossom,
gay as a warbler's song, carry the happy notes
through the delicate breeze.
Gather as many as you can.
Profumum- Ambra Aurea
See how it taunts; just beyond reach,
a precious substance hoarded by rulers
that could warm to the human touch.
Glowing with the light of day,
smelling of warm wood and sap,
the bees are fooled, trapped forever
by their thirst and love for something sweet.
The pulse of the forest;
trees flow with