Mirabile means worthy of being admired because wonderful, extraordinary. The fleeting moment, that particular moment that combines all the beauty of the world and sometimes we are lucky enough to live. This verse of the poem tells exactly that moment, the spark before the wonderful kiss and the birth of that immortal and eternal love. What moment can be happier and more admirable than the one that generates love? Here, an explosion of joy explodes from the force of the vanilla pods, amplifying the murmur of its flowers, and then is thrown into an acrobatic balance of notes composed of rum and rose absolute. The intoxication that continues to echo into the night while you are exhausted and happy from this incredible joy of life. An apotropaic perfume with relaxing properties like a mother's loving caress. It has magical powers to ward off the influence of "evil spirits."