A lone breath yields a euphony of delight.
A heady affair of raw elements
That entwine in a harmonious balance
To deliver Van Diemen’s scent.
Inhalation invites invigoration over drowsiness.
Akin to a rich awakening
That plunges one into the depths of the wild,
Amid a complex brew of heady eucalyptus
Morphed effortlessly with the salty tang of the Southern Ocean.
The woody perfume of ancient pine lingers
Together with the cool scent of rivers breath,
Infused with the emerald hues
Of earthy moss damp with fresh rainforest tears.
Overtures of syrupy nectar dripping from wild hives,
And fruity orchards that heave with sweet bounty
Are stirred with cheeky mammalian callings.
Adding to the complex palate of aromas
Delivered gently to ones senses.
Sunburnt midland paddocks
Greened in petrichor glee
Come alive as rains fall across the bottom of the world
Exceptionally distilled from the pristine heavens of time.
These lashings from the wild
Are perfectly tamed within a cauldron of Tasmanian delight
Like a soothing blanket that calms the soul
And unleashes the mind.
Leaving one forever drunk on freedom.