How petals of roses been wrung
for its sensitive oil
How apples been bruised,
and plants been beaten to dust
How ambergris carved from intestines of whales
been blended with lavender blooms
crushed into pulp.
it cannot be strange that I sense
their wounds in the predator way
you try your seduction with venomous whiffs
of bloodless perfume.
A poem on scents for Sanaa at toads on scent.
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November 18, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is incredibly evocative, Bjorn! ❤️ So much goes into creating perfume .. especially like; “How ambergris carved from intestines of whales been blended with lavender blooms crushed into pulp.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt.
I never thought of perfume as being made so viciously, though I sometimes experience it as an assault.
This bid heart wrenching. For our amusement, how many living beings have we killed.
Humans are not that humane are they? No wonder most of the animal kingdom don’t trust us. We don’t think much of the plant world either but luckily they don’t scream.
Excellent description – perfume is more poison than we know.
You gave me another perspective of the perfume creating business!
Seduction is a violence here, sex and death redolent in its making. Very sharp observations on the source and nature of perfume. Well done.
This is amazing in the way you emphasise the violence in the making of these scents.
I enjoyed the rhyme scheme here, and it is deliciously dark the way you twist something meant to entice into having a sinister aspect to it.