
Vanilla’s delicate orchid, remembers its vow to humanity,
Each flower pollinates, only by the touch of human hands;
An object d’ art on nature’s altar, festooned in floral beauty.
Beans in olfactory buoys, bob upon flavor’s tossed gales,
Their essence, a voice on water, calming uncharted waves.
Obsidian extract in amber vials; their aroma oars outstretched,
Dock at each port of call, bartering their cultivated riches,
In exchange for the immeasurable currency, of the human touch.
Oh these vanilla pods are so scarce these days. I donβt think Iβve ever used them again since moving home to my country. Vanilla essence are in abundance but its not the same. The distillation process is sweetened and doesnβt give the same flavour to desserts and custards as the pod.
A really lovely and gracious serenade to the vanilla orchard. Such a delicate and pretty flower.
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Yes, same challenges sourcing the qood quality extract here. The real essence is uber costly. Blessings to you. May your joy be full. Thank you for your kind gracious support. πππππΌπΊπ§
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Ok so it’s become a rare commodity. But we’ve learned how to balance the essence so it gives an authentic flavour.
Blessings to you too. You are welcome have a lovely Saturday.π°βπ
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Yes, so true! And a blessed Saturday to you tooπ§
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Thank you for the link, Bruce. Blessings to you. π
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Suzette, I can feel the touch of nature’s feelings. It reaches out to us with so many treasures. Beautiful poem!
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I am happy you enjoyed it. Nature speaks so beautifully as it quietly goes about its work. So true, there are many treasures there. Peace to you. Thank you for your kind support.ππ
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Hi!
Magnifique de senteur de l’enfance !:)
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Oui, oh si beaux les souvenirs d’enfance. Un lieu de confort.π
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