One day we reading were for our delight Of Launcelot, how Love did him enthral. Alone we were and without any fear. Full many a time our eyes together drew That reading, and drove the colour from our faces; But one point only was it that o’ercame us. When as we read of the much-longed-for smile Being by such a noble lover kissed, This one, who ne’er from me shall be divided, Kissed me upon the mouth all palpitating. Galeotto was the book and he who wrote it. That day no farther did we read therein.”

A famous passage of Francesca who commits adultery with Paolo. This circle of Hell is peopled by those who committed sins of lust and who now are caught in a maelstrom and whirl about for eternity crashing against rocks as their souls recklessly collided with forbidden love. Black, sticky, ripe fig, cocoa nib liquor, blackest musk, strong almost choking smokey incense, a float of tears of frankincense and a jigger of bourbon. All elements of the road to Hell by way of amore!