Making Sense of Scents

I sometimes think that never blows so red
 The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled;
 That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
 Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head

.Rubaiyat of Omar Khyyam

First edition 1859

Death brings life

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