Fragrance Master Poem by Cui Gya

You don't have to cross the ocean to find
She's right beside you and me
There's no need to test her olfactory organs
She measures human sensitivity
By the rotation of the seasons
Press conference in late autumn
She spread the fragrance of orange from the South and chrysanthemum from the North
Chinese prickly ash of  the family Rutaceae is decorated in Southwest China
This flavorer is not simple
She doesn't need to be liked by network flow
Nor does she try to test your sniffing
She may be Dionysus
Who uses a glass of red wine
To interpret the smell of tobacco or even leather
He may be Peng-zu
Who turns the pheasant into a pheasant soup
Autumn fragrance
It's not justa woman's name
It's the cosmic intention of this natural genius