Cyprus casts a sorcerous smell,
That binds all in enchanted spell.
The magic scent that strikes a chord,
Is alchemy from nature’s hoard
Of choice aromas, and the key
Is struck by heady mix of three.
The first springs from Hesperides
As bergamot sends charms from trees.
This mingles well with woody scent
Of mosses from the oak trees lent.
And both combine with labdanum,
A substance from the rock- rose won.
All three notes play in harmony
To pluck the heart-strings pleasantly
They homage pay to Chypre’s isle.
Bewitching strangers all the while,
As Aphrodite’s incense smoke
All human passions does invoke.
* Chypre is French for the Isle of Cyprus