Ingrid Collins

What music can compare
To perfume?
Come, I will create with you
A symphony of oils and essences
Evoking wild or long forgotten
Feelings.
Top notes spin off like fanfares
Turning heads,
Capturing hearts
In a heartbeat.
Middle notes carrying the melody
For hours,
And the base notes,
Ah, base notes resound,
And echo, echo,
Echo.
So potent is my perfume, you will smile,
As a baby, at the scent of mother’s milk,
Smiles with recognition.
Let me tempt you with narcotic florals
Of pittasponum, night blooming jasmine, azalea,
Or violet leaf grown in cool shade
Of olive trees in Southern France,
Ylang ylang, flower of flowers,
From Madagascar,
Cardamon, the oldest spice,
Whose blue-streaked flowers, yellow tipp’d,
Bring its warm sweetness
From Malabar coast.
Black pepper’s kiss awakens indifferent hearts
To love,
And ginger from Jamaica lends
Its oriental, sexy flair.
From Africa, the myrrh tree’s resin
Said to come from Horus’ tears,
And ancient Indian sandalwood
Used in sacred ritual, lights
The soul’s divinity;
Vanilla, orchid’s cousin,
Is sumptuous,
Sensual.
All these and more will I blend and bring,
And your heart will sing
To my perfumed symphony.