Ricki Hall - Booze & Baccy Captain Fawcett's 2016

"Captain," murmurs Ricky Hall, the barber, into his dark brown full beard, leaning over the table from his worn red Chesterfield chair and pouring both of them a generous shot of Bay Rum into the Earl Grey, "Your EdP has disappointed me." Captain Fawcett irritably twirls his mustache and raises his left eyebrow critically, watching in disbelief as his counterpart rubs an orange peel into the drinks. "No, sorry, but if you want to make an impression with a real fragrance, you need to come up with something better." hisses Ricky, dipping his cigar into honey and discreetly lighting it with a huge, heavily smoking incense stick. "And now smell the tea!" grumbles Hall. The Captain leans over the table as well to carefully perceive the scent of rum, bergamot, and orange zest above the cup, as Ricky places the incense stick on the saucer and blows some honey smoke into his face. "That's a top note, right?!" grins the barber and starts dipping the glowing tip of his cigar into soft, resinous maple benzoin.
Captain Fawcett leans back: "It smells spicy, resinous, balsamic..." "And it smokes quite a bit, doesn’t it, Captain?" interrupts the barber, "and now something green!" Ricky throws a sticky lump of galbanum into the ashtray and holds his Zippo to it. "So, what do you say, Captain?"
Fawcett loosens his tie: "Yes, green, but also resinous!" "I'm not done yet!" says Hall with significance, squeezing the warm, soft maple benzoin with the hot fork into the galbanum mass and mixing in a delicious vanilla pod, sprinkling some thyme and coriander on top and pushing the whole thing next to the teacup. "What do you say now?"
Fawcett seems visibly astonished: "This is... smoky, masculine, resinous, but also spicy sweet, but not too sweet, that's...", the Captain leans back relaxed again, he can hardly see the barber through all the haze, so he closes his eyes. Hours pass as both indulge in the swirling scents, which only slowly lose themselves in resinous, balsamic warmth. "...magnificent!" Fawcett finally concludes his sentence. "I want to preserve this scent for eternity! Men should be able to wear it in autumn, winter, and spring, whenever and wherever they want. But they shouldn't apply too much, we should tell them that. Otherwise, you can smell them against all sea breezes. This liquid gold should bear your name, barber!"
"Respect, Captain!" says the barber and adds: "We'll call it Alk and Kippen, OK?"