Orange de Bahia Boucheron 2019

9 o'clock, I wake up by myself, the sun's rays are already blinking under the blinds. Stretch out, shake the dream out of my head. My head is clear, Friday night didn't last too long, I'm fit and healthy and feel good. Roll up the shutters, perfect summer weather. Brush my teeth, get dressed, light make-up, and then you: fresh, clean, cheerful orange. Intense, loud, but only for a moment, soon you are only recognizable with the help of a breeze that duels with the orange while riding your bike. Is there any point in listing other contents? No, you are orange through and through, a fresh German, not a sweet it
Italian. Not too tart, rather fresh and clean. I'll cycle to the Saturday market with you. Awesome, I've got my life under control. Up early on a Saturday morning and already getting things done. By the time I get there in 20 minutes, I'll have to unpack another bottle of yours, because you've already flown away. Maybe the wind has taken you away, it doesn't matter. You brought me strength and a good mood, I'll just spray you on: