Perfectly Distilled


Perfume of perfect botany

Perfectly distilled

I'd rather have you spelling lovely

On my wrist than in the field


From one flask to the other

We transfer at last

But only when we reach the boiling point

If through the condenser we surpass


With flying colors? No, dear,

This isn't a grade in which to pass

The colors will fade away but I'm here

To bring you comfort at last


Here, smell. See the difference?

I can breathe you in all day long

Mother nature can bounce back

Through the sinuses, I'm told.