Poppies

[Jenjin]

Crimson roses, poppies white and red.

 

Lilies, lilies not for me,

Flowers of the pure and saintly ―

I have seen in holy places

Where the incense rises faintly,

And the priest the chalice raises,

Lilies in the altar vases,

       Not for me.

 

Leave untouched each garden tree,

Kings and queens of flower-land.

When the summer evening closes,

Lovers may-be hand in hand

There will seek for crimson roses,

There will bind their wreaths and posies

       Merrily.

 

From the corn-fields where we met

Pluck me poppies white and red;

Bind them round my weary brain,

Strew them on my narrow bed,

Numbing all the ache and pain. ―

I shall sleep nor wake again,
 

But forget.

– Digby Mackworth Dolben 

 

[Laughing Seagull]

This smells exactly how I expected it to: sweet, syrupy opium brightened by dewy rose. My first thought was of a kinder, gentler, and much simpler Event Horizon.

 

There's not a lot to say here. Poppies is simple and pretty. No surprises here. The fragrance faithfully sticks around over a long period with a medium throw.