I am ambergris. I smell good.
The ancient peoples cherished me.
During the Plague folks thought I could
Sweet smell away fatality.
An aphrodesiac for some.
For some a fix for common cold.
Into whatever lives I come,
I soothe senses of young and old.
Perfume makers do pay big bucks
To buy my craved for perfume scents,
That I bring to bottles - aw shucks!
Cuz I come from humble expense.
I am ambergris, smell telltale.
I am the vomit from a whale.
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