Mirabile means worthy to be admired because wonderful, marvelous.
In this verse of the poem is told exactly that moment, the spark before the wonderful kiss and the birth of that immortal and eternal love. What moment can be happier and admirable except that which generates love?
Here, an explosion of joy burst by the force of vanilla beans, amplifying the lapping of its flowers, and then it throws in an acrobatic balance of notes composed by rum and absolute rose. The inebriation that continues to echo until the evening while you are exhausted and happy of this incredible joy of living.
A reassuring and relaxing perfume like the loving caress of a mother. It has magical powers to ward off the influence of "evil spirits".