In petals pressed, a fragrance rare,
Rose oil essence, beauty’s snare.
From Rosa damascene’s heart, it flows,
A single drop, a thousand blooms it owes.

Steam’s caress unlocks the scent divine,
A golden liquid, almost sunshine.
Rich in compounds, a complex blend,
Citronellol, geraniol, their stories lend. 

A queen of flowers, her essence soothes,
Calms the spirit, anxieties uncouths.
Inhale the peace, a balm for weary minds,
Lavender’s gentle touch, with courage it entwines. 

On skin it works its magic spell,
Hydration’s kiss, a youthful well.
Antiseptic whispers, a healing grace,
For troubled patches, a gentle embrace. 

So precious each drop, a gift so dear,
From thorny rose, a treasure held so near.
Aromatic whispers, a heart’s delight,
The essence of spring, a fragrant night.