Misterioso Sospiro

Hello! I am a women's fragrance!
But sometimes, when in the air
my spicy aroma is wafted away,
a guy confesses his love to me.

I then ask myself: How can this be?
Am I transgender? Do I have no
recognizable gender in my scent,
just because my smoke is dark?

Admit it, Sospiro, it’s a trick,
a sophisticated nose-flick:
Labdanum smokes here sugar-free,
the woods don’t burn warm at all.

Very dusty seems to one what
is quite suitable for the Sarungal:
that resin and wood are rather unflattering!
(The guys don’t care about that.)

You think I stink on my own?
Then you probably lack the right sense
for my beauty, my charm,
with which I certainly don’t skimp.

I am a stinker full of power,
a very special magic potion.
And where I am, I stay long
with the strongest sillage song.

Surrounded by lazy decadence
many a wearer quickly admits:
“I can hardly believe it, but I notice,
you are ambered witchcraft!”

So, you hope the amber makes
me lovely, friendly, tender, soft?
Forget it right away, I remain true to myself:
I am a dark brew.

The hint of sweetness I gladly give you
from the bottom of my heart, but believe me:
At my core, I am shaped by wood,
that is at most freshly cut.

For as a mysterious scent
I come from the hellish crypt!
Your courage sinks, your heart stops?
Relax! That was a joke.

Just so you get it, I’ll say it again:
I am no torment for guys,
instead, I offer an option
and hit the masculine tone too.

The Femme Fatale loves me anyway
(Just because I don’t look like a doe)!
In the end, I am unisex,
and many a macho stares perplexed.

A conclusion you want? Certainly not!
What’s the point of that in a poem?
I smell great. Period and done!
Four more lines, then I’m out.

The Ergo sent Sarungal
my angular brew.
The test resulted without any pain
in Twitter German a *happy*