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Attitude to life
Havana is a fragrance with an extroverted top note, a smooth heart note that maintains the sovereign balance and expression of the ingredients and a long base note that can be perceived for a good 6 h+. It's all about expression, because in this Cuban bar, every heart beats. First of all it's over with sweet. It's all about passion. And the dance has begun.
In my head, Buena Vista Social Club, Esperanto from Freundeskreis, is running on the old shellac record player and in the old wooden shelf you can see the communist manifesto next to all kinds of cookbooks of spicy and intense dishes. A wafer-thin pinch of vanilla moves from the kitchen into the nose and mixes with the smell of the old cigar. The music and the smoke blow together in a wind chime through the streets and still reach the mountains with the steaming palm trees and the old coniferous woods. The slight coolness in the shade of the monumental Cuba pine in front of the building, which is decorated with all kinds of paintings, is quickly forgotten.
Even though Christmas is celebrated cold in Europe. Here, people heat up and after this first hour, which seems like an epoch, the vanilla tobacco smoke rises like a blue haze in the dance bar and is accompanied by the smell of the cinnamon stars that are served from the kitchen. I buy a drink for the lady of my heart and toast her with a glass of rum before I get up and lead her onto the dance floor with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.
Only now begins what I call "sovereign balance and the expression of the components". It's something different from Contenance, but damned close: it's also over. A mixture of tension and relaxation. A pirouette with luck. And from then on, nothing else matters.
Except our opinions during the intense conversation after our dance, whether Hemingway or Marx belonged on this wooden shelf and what Obama has done for Cuba. In the end we embrace each other deeply and promise to be like brother and sister, because that is what it is all about. We sit relaxed on a leather couch and I notice: We like vanilla, fresh, natural, unsweet. And I like and kiss her neck. A nice common denominator
Anyone who wakes up in the morning after that night in the bar and smells the tobacco smell on their clothes will be glad that they are not going out again. Non-smokers are the real connoisseurs
And now more objectively:
1. The top note: basil, tarragon and tangerine, but in the spice shop next to caraway and green tea (the start at the bar next to the kitchen).
2. The heart note: tobacco, cinnamon, vanilla and fir (the dance in the smoke).
3. The base note: oak, leather, musk and sandalwood (the conversation on the leather couch)
In my head, Buena Vista Social Club, Esperanto from Freundeskreis, is running on the old shellac record player and in the old wooden shelf you can see the communist manifesto next to all kinds of cookbooks of spicy and intense dishes. A wafer-thin pinch of vanilla moves from the kitchen into the nose and mixes with the smell of the old cigar. The music and the smoke blow together in a wind chime through the streets and still reach the mountains with the steaming palm trees and the old coniferous woods. The slight coolness in the shade of the monumental Cuba pine in front of the building, which is decorated with all kinds of paintings, is quickly forgotten.
Even though Christmas is celebrated cold in Europe. Here, people heat up and after this first hour, which seems like an epoch, the vanilla tobacco smoke rises like a blue haze in the dance bar and is accompanied by the smell of the cinnamon stars that are served from the kitchen. I buy a drink for the lady of my heart and toast her with a glass of rum before I get up and lead her onto the dance floor with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.
Only now begins what I call "sovereign balance and the expression of the components". It's something different from Contenance, but damned close: it's also over. A mixture of tension and relaxation. A pirouette with luck. And from then on, nothing else matters.
Except our opinions during the intense conversation after our dance, whether Hemingway or Marx belonged on this wooden shelf and what Obama has done for Cuba. In the end we embrace each other deeply and promise to be like brother and sister, because that is what it is all about. We sit relaxed on a leather couch and I notice: We like vanilla, fresh, natural, unsweet. And I like and kiss her neck. A nice common denominator
Anyone who wakes up in the morning after that night in the bar and smells the tobacco smell on their clothes will be glad that they are not going out again. Non-smokers are the real connoisseurs
And now more objectively:
1. The top note: basil, tarragon and tangerine, but in the spice shop next to caraway and green tea (the start at the bar next to the kitchen).
2. The heart note: tobacco, cinnamon, vanilla and fir (the dance in the smoke).
3. The base note: oak, leather, musk and sandalwood (the conversation on the leather couch)
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