When in good humor, Give grass its green Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun. With gold;…

—excerpt from Sylvia Plath’s poem Soliloquy for a Solipsist

Bitter tea, the essence of pollen, the scent of sunflowers, myrtle, and rue. The latter is such a Sylvia Plath plant; it is exceptional and indescribable. Sometimes known as the Herb de Grace, it is poisonous if taken in large doses. The salt of tears is hidden in this scent, too. This is the thought of Sylvia if her sadness had lifted and she dried her tears for the last time. A tragically brilliant and romantic fragrance.