A photo of my hippeastrum flowers growing in my yard. Nothing to do with the poem, but I thought they looked nice. Here's my poem dedicated to the modern perfume world. Monotonus, boring, copied blends. Opulent, lavish, costly spends. Drydowns, have they gone away? Endless newness every day. Roja with his magic tricks. Niche perfumes with … Continue reading A Rhyming Acrostic Poem Dedicated To Modern Perfumery →