Escale à Parati Dior 2012

Yesterday, my friend brought me Escale a Parati.

Escale? If my kitchen Spanish doesn't fail me, that's a staircase.
Paraty is, according to Google, a city in Brazil.

But I don’t have to travel that far, because the scent takes me straight to Hamburg.
I lived there on a parallel street to the "world famous" Elbchaussee, and I only had to cross it to get to the "Himmelsleiter" - a steep staircase that led directly to the Elbe beach.

I loved descending it with my dog to sit in the sand and watch the "Pötte" glide into the harbor basin like pearls on a string.
Ships the size of apartment buildings were safely maneuvered in there.
Sonorous names adorned their bows: Saratoga, Montevideo, Panama ...

And from the deck, the sailors waved cheerfully at me.
This scent from the "Gateway to the World" is captured in Escale a Parati.

Aquatic notes and cool neroli greet me - the scent of the Elbe water, over which the fresh wind blows.
Lemon and mint emphasize the freshness of this place.
Rosewood adds exoticism and exclusivity - and the cinnamon is lively like the hustle and bustle at the harbor.
The tonka bean is soft and helps me dream of distant lands.

I lean back in the warm sand and think - travel.