I\'ve smelled orange blossoms, night Jasmin, magnolia, viburnum and honeysuckle
Taken a toke of marijuana, snorted cocaine, fine whiskey, wine and on champagne had a chuckle
But none can compare to sitting on my deck chair breathing night\'s air of angel trumpets blooming
Heaven knows no equal, there is no sequel to such delicious surreal mental perfuming
There is no sin where warmth settles in, drifting away on nature\'s high
A gift from my natural mother there is nothing I\'d druther do than fly
Can\'t hardly breath but there\'s no way I\'ll leave I would rather die
I\'d trade all my money for another taste of that trumpet honey, to leave it made me cry
A scent like no other, orange blossoms its closest brother, intoxicating olfactory treat
Left in a swoon one is taken to the moon, lodged in a heavenly suite
A name aptly given, by angelic horns aroma driven to a nirvana out of this world
A fragrance so rare none can compare when its petals in summer\'s breeze are unfurled