perfume riddle VI

ZUT ALORS! It is time again for a riddling perfume bottle to sing you a little song! Who can it be this time? Kudos to the first to guess correctly:

I’m the best of a lot of second rate spinoffs

from a first-rate perfume house, I guess that’s the tradeoff

when the bee-bottle people must needs pay the bills;

they must create potions that give girls sweet chills

of delight when they spritz my citrus elixir.

They’ll think; it’s like breakfast, or perhaps in a mixer

for cocktails, that juice, so sour and so ruby.

That’s me indeed; I’m the fruit with the mostest,

acidic and pulpy, I please every hostess--

on her skin, in her belly, it is all the same.

By now I imagine you have guessed my name.

If not, I’ll give you another sweet hint:

I come in a bottle with a netting of glints

of gold so special you’ll shell out the lucre

for me though I’m named for a medieval genre

of literature distinctly au passé now.

You’ve guessed me, I’m sure, so I’ll take a bow

and exit the scene to watch this full moon.

My name: _____________________!

CREDITS:

Fernand Khnopff, “The Sphinx” or “The Caresses”, in Musée Royaux des Beaux-Arts, courtesy of The Yorck Project: 10.000 Meisterwerke der Malerei. DVD-ROM, 2002. ISBN 3936122202. Distributed by DIRECTMEDIA Publishing GmbH.