Intense Cafe Montale 2013

You don't need to thank me. Please, have a seat. May I offer you a coffee? You like it sweet, if I remember correctly. No milk? The evil, shimmering, bright monster. And shortbread? Fresh from the oven, which is why it smells so deliciously of vanilla. Do you like the roses on your right? But I only arranged them so prettily because they are said to have a calming effect. Aren't they wonderful? In any case, these are exotic wild roses from the Chinese mountains. Oh, you're a botanist? I don't know anything about it. The roses probably don't even come from China and I can't tell you whether they are that rare. I got them from the flower store next door. They could very well have been from China. I mean, almost everything comes from China these days, doesn't it? Oh, that's funny. Well then. I know what's going on inside you right now. You're probably starting to put together a mental construct in which you think of me as an old, sailor-spinning box, but I can tell you - it's not like that at all. If you hadn't been so intrusive with questions about insignificant weeds, it wouldn't even have occurred to me to enter the world of fairy tales completely unintentionally. No, certainly not. I was lucky enough to have had a good upbringing. Yes, very much so. You're literally forcing me to get rough. You see - now the coffee's gone cold too. Weren't you just about to leave anyway? You know where the door is. And while you're at it - do a lady of advanced years a favor and take the trash with you. For years I couldn't bring myself to dispose of my late husband's musty-smelling musk. A dream of a man, I can tell you. He was a soldier in the Vietnam War, you know He won't have explored dandelions in the thicket. Well then, clear the mess away. See you soon!