In the realm of scent, a symphony unfurls,
Petal Potion, where fragrant dreams swirl.
Like a melody played by nature's own hand,
It dances on air, a fragrant command.
 
Bergamot, the overture, bright and clear,
A citrusy prelude, like a song in the ear.
Then Rosewood and Geranium, in harmonious sway,
Like violins and cellos, they enchant the day.
 
Rose de Bois, the heart, a romantic refrain,
Blooms like a chorus in a summer's rain.
Their petals, a chorus of love's sweet embrace,
Creating a melody, a fragrant grace.
 
At last, the base notes, like a deep, resonant chord,
Musk, Rose Otto, and Patchouli, adored.
They linger and linger, like a grand finale,
A symphony of scent, a fragrant finale.
 
Petal Potion, a fragrance so divine,
A symphony of notes, like a vintage wine.
In its aromatic embrace, we're lost in a trance,
A fragrance like music, a beautiful dance.