Perfectly Distilled

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Perfume of perfect botany

Perfectly distilled

I'd rather have you spelling lovely

On my wrist than in the field

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From one flask to the other

We transfer at last

But only when we reach the boiling point

If through the condenser we surpass

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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

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Here, smell. See the difference?

I can breathe you in all day long

Mother nature can bounce back

Through the sinuses, I'm told.