A poetic romance of white cherries, golden saffron, vanilla orchid, neroli blossoms, nutmeg, coriander, cedarwood, guaiac wood, and ambergris incense.
 
And before her quiet face he burned soft incense, 
And brought her every day 
Boughs of the peach, or almond, or snow-white cherry, 
And somehow, she seemed to say, 

That silent lady, young, and quietly smiling, 
That she was happy there; 
And sometimes, seeing this, he started to tremble, 
And desired to touch her hair, 

To lay his palm along her hand, touch faintly 
With delicate finger-tips 
The ghostly smile that seemed to hover and vanish 
Upon her lips .

 - Conrad Aiken

Art: The Birthday, 1887 by Marc Chagall