Flores Fusilia

This strange flower hidden in the rock,
Looks as if it came directly from a molten star,
Its articulate stems cling to me all around,
I’m drawn to them and they make me lose my mind.

Its petals like a lava fountain,
Its pistils decorated with a flaming comet,
They penetrate my eyes indecently,
They burn my irides that have become incandescent.

The flower acts as a c’heart’nivorous plant,
My soul is consumed at each one of my thoughts.
I cannot escape from it while it devours me,
And I allow it to consume me since I love being possessed by it.

Why

I wanted to give birth to a perfume that acts as the flower of history: it flares, it burns. An elusive flower. It is resinous and sticks to our skin to possess us to the last drop.

Notes

Rose, Geranium, Green Mandarin, Lavender, Incense, Labdanum, Amber, Sandalwood

If Flores Fusilia was a song…