Rose
I am calling up the Rose
With volumes of metaphors
And protective thorns
The rhythmic insistence to
flower
fruit
climb
sprawl
To be a statement of beauty,
just because
To press your face into, to take in
dewy
petals
skin
A bond that has always been true
Maybe it's something like love
Perfumer(s): Max Turk
Notes: an impression of a fresh rose
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I am calling up the Rose
With volumes of metaphors
And protective thorns
The rhythmic insistence to
flower
fruit
climb
sprawl
To be a statement of beauty,
just because
To press your face into, to take in
dewy
petals
skin
A bond that has always been true
Maybe it's something like love
Perfumer(s): Max Turk
Notes: an impression of a fresh rose
Our products are shipped via UPS and require a physical mailing address. (No PO boxes, please!) Further questions on shipping and delivery? Click here to see our FAQ page.