Drifting Sparks


Like drifting sparks,
or somebody's photo on the internet,
you never know where perfume will end up
once you set it free


Drifting Sparks

Molecules of musk
Blinding brilliant to the nose
Sparks upon the wind.

Animal whispers
In the messages of plants
Nature says "Don't ask"

Sexy seeds and roots
Given to monks and angels
Love never made sense

Passion encrypted
By love's ancient secret code
Sealed with nature's kiss.

Riding on the wind
Floating on a flower's breath
Vanishing after

Drifting to the ground
Rising up into the sky
Hanging in the air

Intercepted by
Birds and bees and young dandies
All wanting to read

Nature's love letters.
So gather them together
Tie them up with knots

Of golden liquid.
Rose and jasmine of the night
Orange blossom wings

Funny ocean things
Wood of rose and wood of bee
Tied up and set free

Tree of fungal wood
Tree of sorrow leads to good
When jasmine's night falls

And sandalwood calls
Woods of cedar and Siam
To join its forest.

And tears of Chios
Tell their fragrant story to
Motia attar.

Then top it all off
With berries on the bottom
According to plan.

Light fuse, run right through
Fireworks are a funny thing
When made of perfume.

Sparks that look to me
Like a beautiful woman
From the distant past.

Smoky sexy room
Couches scented with perfume
Musky mysteries.

Light fuse, come on in
Just close time's door behind you
As spark becomes flame.

Burning memories
Their fragrant pyrotechnics
That never happened.

Present rescues past
Don't feel the heat on time's door
Just open it up.

Arsonist cherubs
Too bad we listened to their
Sweet and fragrant lies.

She rolls nakedly
And I smell the sweet sound of
Crunchy little coals.

Spark up the lighter
Turn the radio on and
Hear the sexy voice

As Drifty the Bear
Says Only You Can Save The
Forest of Drifting Sparks.


Drifting Sparks
a perfume by Lisa Fong
Artemisia Natural Perfume


Blog Comments

Redneck Perfumisto

League of Cycloöctadiene Isomer Aestheticists
Basenotes Plus
Feb 27, 2008
Thanks, Mimi. My wife liked this one even more than I did. It has a really wonderful, classic feel to it. The scent immediately took me back in time to the grand days of perfumery. I think the use of musk is outstanding, too. There is a wonderful complexity in the beginning that is truly mind-boggling. I only wish that the evolution was a bit slower, just so that I could savor it longer. It's like a movie, just changing smoothly and continuously as components weave in and out, but at all times maintaining this classic feminine elegance. I love it when the musky notes bob in and out of the foreground, competing with the ornate rose aspects. Just the right level of that to keep me torn between "good girl" elegance and "bad girl" muskiness. Just an extremely enjoyable fragrance. I really felt like I needed to speak from the heart on this one - and I'm glad I saved it for last (or at least, last "first" perfume for a given perfumer from my samples).

Mimi Gardenia

Well-known member
Aug 15, 2008
It really does have a classic feel- I got a lot of neroli and it made me think of Eau de Cologne- Chanel style ! It was quite fleeting on me though. I love that poem ,Redneck .


Well-known member
Jun 4, 2010
Yay! That was Awesome! I love the image, is it someone using a Sparkler and Outlining a Heart?!? (sorry, visual fx Artist I always wonder how Everything is done...)

Great Words. That's one Highbrow Redneck! (I'm from Northern New Hapmshire.. Pretty much the same color....)

Redneck Perfumisto

League of Cycloöctadiene Isomer Aestheticists
Basenotes Plus
Feb 27, 2008
Thanks, Mimi and Woody! Yes, it's a sparkler-drawn heart I found on PhotoBucket via Google Images. I was initially looking for a sparkler close-up, but when I saw the heart, I didn't even care about the marginal focus and teeny size.

A Northern redneck! Pleased to meet you, Woody! :beer: I've spent some time up in New England, and enjoyed the company of the Northern variety as much as the ones back home. I still have dreams about driving there, too. Beautiful part of the world. The land always calls us back, whether it's mountains, plains, or even desert. :happy:


Well-known member
Jun 4, 2010
I like that, puts me in mind of the lyrics to "Tuesday Afternoon" (Moody Blues):

'The Trees are drawing me near, I've got to find out why.
Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh.'

After 20 years in Los Angeles I'm very ready to return to my Wildly Colorful Trees in N.H.!
It's no mystery why Autumn is my favorite season. ;)

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