The Blue Lotus blooms on waters wide,
A sacred flower once Egypt’s pride.
They laid it on kings, in tombs of gold,
A symbol of life, as stories told.

Its blossoms are rare, the harvest brief,
Gathered at dawn with care and belief.
Solvent-extracted, the fragrance stays,
A floral delight with honeyed rays.

Soft notes of fruit and green combine,
A calming perfume, both sweet and fine.
A drop on the skin or wrists will show,
How peace within the spirit can grow.

Squalene within helps skin to retain,
Moisture and balance, easing the strain.
Benzyl alcohol brings scalp relief,
Supporting hair with gentle belief.

From Southeast ponds, the blossoms rise,
Picked by hand as the sun paints skies.
Harvesters work with skill and grace,
To keep each bloom in its purest place.

Rare in supply, yet treasured so true,
Blue Lotus oil is a gift to renew.
A jewel of calm, both ancient and near,
It whispers of peace for those who hear.