Anointed

Olfactory, my senses

Deep within conjures
Vivid memories, for
Each of the scents

Mellow, light, flowery

My aroma wafts
Announcing my presence
Only to the discerning

Bold and heady

Others’ can be
Artificial, it reeks
While hoping to imbue

I churn and swish

And take it within,
Nothing eliminates
Not even coffee bean

A whiff or a tang

A trace or a smack

The days of yore

They do bring back

Prompt: Imaginary garden with real toads