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1d
The Bunsen burner’s gas flames blue –
    a searing blaze, the hottest hue –
          that heating an alembic ***
              distils the oil from bergamot.
A fruity smell imbues the room
    with floral scents of citrus bloom
          from blazing orange acid fruits
              with aromatic attributes.
The cooled condensing droplets form
        an ointment that can stop a storm.
Written by
Gerry Sykes  66/M
(66/M)   
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       Ben Noah, N, Lori Jones McCaffery, Rick and Roger
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