Welcome to the fourth installment of my new feature here on Hortus Conclusus, in which a perfume bottle sings a little riddle, and it’s up to you to guess which bottle of perfume is riddling. Hark! The bottle speaks:
Although I delight in barroom raunch,
I’m not recommended to those with a paunch.
You must be quite lean,
and perhaps somewhat mean,
to wear me; I pack quite a smokey, dark punch.
That is the problem, and also the solution,
but also, my white flowers suffer no dilution!
They swim side by side
with the ciggies so snide,
I’m retro-ironic-- t’was my author’s intention.
Who am I?
Franz Von Stuck “Sphinx” courtesy of Wikimedia Commons