Orange de Bahia Boucheron 2019

9 AM, I wake up on my own, the sunbeams are already peeking through the blinds. Stretching, shaking the dream out of my head. My mind is clear, Friday night wasn’t too long, I feel fit and healthy and good. Blinds up, perfect summer weather. Brushing my teeth, getting dressed, light makeup, and then you: fresh, clean, cheerful orange. Intense, loud, but only for a moment, soon you can only be recognized with the help of a gust of wind that duels with the orange while I ride my bike. Is it worth listing other notes? No, you are pure orange, a fresh German, not a sweet Italian. Not too sour, rather fresh and clean. I’m biking with you to the Saturday market. Awesome, I’ve got my life together. Early Saturday morning awake and already getting things done. By the time I get there in 20 minutes, I’ll have to unpack another bottle of you, as you have already faded away. Maybe the wind took you with it, doesn’t matter. You’ve brought me energy and good mood, I just spray you on again: