2 Metaphors for nectars

For though she is, as thou seest, beautiful as the moon, and like it, full of arts, and above all, a dancer that would turn even Tumburu green with envy, all this nectar has become poison by the curse of that old ascetic, and the very perfection of her beauty has become the means of undoing us both.

On sweet ambrosia is not my food, Nectar is not my drink: as to the rest Of all the gods: I drink the lover's blood.

2 Metaphors for  nectars