Musk fern, Naupaka flower, green figs, mock orange, muskmelon, vibernum spice, early peaches, ripe pluots, vetiver, and white patchouli.
"In the garden of our love, summer still goes on: yonder, a golden peacock crosses an avenue;
petals—pearls, emeralds, turquoises —deck the uniform slumber of the green swards.
Our blue ponds shimmer, covered with the white kiss of the snowy water-lilies;
in the quincunxes, our currant bushes follow one another in procession;
an iridescent insect teases the heart of a flower; the marvelous undergrowths are veined with gleams;
and, like light bubbles, a thousand bees quiver along the arbours over the silver grapes.
The air is so lovely that it seems rainbow-hued; beneath the deep and radiant noons,
it stirs as if it were roses of light; while, in the distance, the customary roads,
like slow movements stretching their vermilion to the pearly horizon, climb towards the sun."
- Emile Verhaeren - 1917
Art: By the Fountain, Henryk Siemiradzki, circ. 1872
"In the garden of our love, summer still goes on: yonder, a golden peacock crosses an avenue;
petals—pearls, emeralds, turquoises —deck the uniform slumber of the green swards.
Our blue ponds shimmer, covered with the white kiss of the snowy water-lilies;
in the quincunxes, our currant bushes follow one another in procession;
an iridescent insect teases the heart of a flower; the marvelous undergrowths are veined with gleams;
and, like light bubbles, a thousand bees quiver along the arbours over the silver grapes.
The air is so lovely that it seems rainbow-hued; beneath the deep and radiant noons,
it stirs as if it were roses of light; while, in the distance, the customary roads,
like slow movements stretching their vermilion to the pearly horizon, climb towards the sun."
- Emile Verhaeren - 1917
Art: By the Fountain, Henryk Siemiradzki, circ. 1872