Top Notes 
Aldehydes
Aniseed
Bergamot
Clary sage
Mandarin orange
Plum
Coriander
Pineapple
Heart Notes 
Tuberose
Orange blossom
Iris
Jasmine
Orris root
Ylang-ylang
Orchid
Rose
Base Notes 
Opoponax
Vanilla
Civet
Musk
Vetiver
Sandalwood
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... and they danced dirty
When the film "Dirty Dancing" premiered in 1987, featuring (the sadly much too early departed) Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey in the lead roles, the mambo wave spread and other Latin American dances reflected the so-called "dirty" dance style. It was very expressive, physical, and sexy on the dance floor. And exactly in this lascivious explosion of feelings, Balahé (launched in 1983) fit in like the dancer's knee between the legs of his partner. Anyone who saw Patrick and Jennifer dance knows what I mean.
I situate my story about this dream fragrance somewhere in the land of 10,000 impossibilities, in a dance hall where there was no rushing about or, let alone, a greasy, overly loud disco where you just stand on the dance floor, head down, shaking greasy hair and other things hanging down. Here, a Cuban band plays. People wear stylish clothes. Heavy velvet curtains hang at the windows. Only the dance floor was illuminated; otherwise, it was dim, just table lamps.
At a table sat a few late girls who had probably lost track of time, hoping for a ladies' choice and sprightly gentlemen for slow dances. Young girls floated by, curling around their dancers. Balahé floated with them, sending a fruity herbal wave towards the older ladies with a slight plum kick. They dance to "The Time of my Life".
Dietlinde, lifted (just turned 69 for the 5th time) and with silicone breasts, saw her fortunes swimming away and hissed to Hedwig: "Look how she smells! And how she dances! That's obscene!"
Hedwig (had a child in her ear that wasn't working): "Of course, and isn't it beautiful!" The ladies get "Hungry Eyes".
Balahé enveloped the dancers with opulent, heavy blossoms. Tuberoses crawled into silk shirts and under the flowing skirts of the dancers.
"She's like the Wind".
Here, there's nothing like waltz, foxtrot, or polka, and the country boy has lost the urge to yodel because the chamois beard now serves as a powder puff.
Musk wafts voluptuously. Cuba Libre is spiced with vanilla. The civet purrs, and from its fur, furry sparks fly, as if electrically charged.
The late girls stomp off, bewildered. They have forgotten that they danced similarly dirty in the 50s when Elvis sang.
This dream fragrance never managed to become Leonard's big hit.
In 1985, Poison stole the show from it. Against this bombastic noise-maker from the house of Dior, Balahé had no chance. Balahé is no less beautiful, but not quite as filling and loud as Poison. Rather darker and much more subtle.
Oh Balahé "Be My Baby"!
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