Colonia Leather Acqua di Parma 2014 Eau de Cologne Concentrée

The straight story.

My new leather jacket is so chic, I don't want to wait, I have to wear it and the sky promises a beautiful day out there. So I'm off on my way.

The jacket still casually swung over my shoulder I meet the orange farmer next door, who is just finishing his morning walk in the grove, we nod to each other in wordless agreement that so only men can master, connected. I see his wife on the terrace, she is cutting lemons for a fruit salad, we smile at each other while her little daughter takes advantage of this moment of distraction to snatch some raspberries from the bowl. She waves her quickly emptied hand at me joyfully, grinning thievishly proud as she shows me her fruit-filled gap between her teeth.

Mom is of course all this not escaped and we smirk conspiratorially to. She bids farewell to my passing by pointing first to her shoulder, then to mine, and giving me an appreciative nod.

The beautiful impressions linger with me for a while. I have put on my new leather jacket by now, and I keep looking down at myself to admire its distinguished shimmer. And I have to stroke it again and again, the fabric feels so soft and precious. And how pleasant it smells!

And as I stroll along, so leather-mindedly elated, I hear a pretty tune. It is the old rose-grower humming a soft song in her garden. I like the old, graceful lady very much, but often approach her with caution, for not too seldom is she all too talkative for me. But today she seems to be quite herself and so I meet her openly and am rewarded. She looks up, pauses and after that brief moment she tells me that I must have that leather jacket new and how fantastic it looks on me and while I'm still rejoicing over that, she's already cut a rose and magically tucked it into my buttonhole. "My husband used to have one of those." And now I'm supposed to turn around. And teasingly gives me a popo slap! She's allowed to do that.

There are some plants growing along the edge of my path, but I only have one eye for my great new jacket and now I've arrived at my destination: At the old wooden bench in the clearing.
I like to carve figures for myself and so I pull out my pocket knife and the small piece of fancy wood I had chosen for today and take a seat. My new jacket has long since taken on my body temperature and I am now more aware of the leather, its fine, slightly tart, rich warmth. I breathe deeply and savor the noble scent that accompanies me the whole way home, my new wooden figure in my left hand. It is - with beautiful curves - an elegant woman sculpture.

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Colonia Leather is an inviting but not prompting leather scent with fine manners and in essence just and 'only' that. Similar to how the impressions and encounters on my little hike embellished the way to the destination, the additional fragrance notes in Colonia Leather only form an aura polish. They don't shape its character, they don't even consolidate it, they cast purposefully accentuating highlights on its noble shape. Beneath and in and above everything, noble leather always swings and floats. Straight, pure elegance