Patrick Fragrances of Ireland 1999

2003. Summer. In a year I have my high school diploma and the serious of life will begin after that.
But that's a year from now. Now is now. Now I sit in Dingle at breakfast and listen to the stories of the Dingle natives.
They are just great; the stories . And the people.

One story says that in the bay of Dingle lives a dolphin and shows up now and then .

At a later hour I look out at the bay together with an all american girl, a student with indian roots, some cliché-high-school-footballers, my fellow traveler and 3-4 irish employees of the hostel where we spent the night. We are all pretty drunk and/or stoned and I slip out the sentence mentioned in the headline.
Everyone laughs. Except the Irish.

The thing they do - and I swear I know this to this day - is smell the same. It felt like 50 percent of all Irish men smelled the same anno 2003.
Since I call the above fragrance my own, I also know what they smelled like and why.
"Patrick is simply good. And yes.... somehow also a bit as one imagines Ireland. Green and fresh and tart. And sometimes also a little bit sweet.

When I put it on I feel good around my heart and I wish I would stand at this bay again. And I know I will. Someday.

I can't wait to come home...