![Offering Perfume](http://alkemiaperfumes.com/cdn/shop/files/Offering_{width}x.jpg?v=1720453777)
Even she whose handmaiden was Love--to whom
At kissing times across her stateliest bed
Kings bowed themselves and shed
Pale wine, and honey with the honeycomb,
And spikenard bruised for a burnt-offering;
Even she between whose lips the kiss became
As fire and frankincense;
Whose hair was as gold raiment on a king,
Whose eyes were as the morning purged with flame,
Whose eyelids as sweet savour issuing thence.
from A Ballad of Death by Algernon Charles Swinburne, 1866
Art: Fall (The Seasons) by Alphonse Mucha, 1897