T.S. Eliot–April Is The Cruelest Month

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

APRIL is the cruelest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

—T.S.Eliot, The Waste Land

“I cannot think of Eliot without the quote about lilacs, even above peaches (J. Alfred Prufrock’s, “Do I dare to eat a peach?”). Lavender and green tea form the base for this perfume, and somehow it is a very compelling combination and gorgeous for summer with exquisite lilacs. I remembered to throw in a peach for you to enjoy…would not be Eliot without that. Floral but dry, fresh but profound.”