Hawas for Him Rasasi 2015

The sun shines on the coast, the asphalt is burning hot.
I can hear it before I can see it, engine noises deafening my ears.
A deep black sports motorcycle zooms along the avenue by the California coast, driven by a man in aviator sunglasses.

Skillfully, he parks the two-wheeler at the roadside, the view of the Pacific Ocean is perfect.
The motorcyclist casually dismounts his machine and strolls over to the fruit stand on the charming beach promenade. The seller? A stunning woman in her twenties.
Here, fresh apples, juicy citrus fruits, and above all, sweet pears are offered. Chilled, of course. These fresh-fruity-sweet accords blend with an aquatic breeze straight from the Pacific. An insane olfactory opening.
He gets to try the watermelon, which unfortunately lacks intense flavor.
The man has all the fruits wrapped up and pays with a generous tip. As a small gesture, he receives a sugary sweet plum in his hand.

The air seems to smell of cinnamon, I only notice it now. Is that the perfume of the motorcyclist? Cinnamon-y yet fresh, fruity.

The man, outfitted in a leather jacket and Ray-Bans, heads straight for the water at the beach. The waves crash and wash wood onto the sandy shore. He picks up the driftwood and can smell three things: amber wood, sandalwood, and cedar wood. He tucks these pleasantly fragrant pieces into his jeans. Thus, his aura of fresh fruits and sweet plums is perfectly rounded off.

On his way back to his motorcycle, he passes a small green bush that suspiciously smells like patchouli. As he swings onto the Kawasaki with its crackling 4-cylinder engine to make it to his date on time, the sweet seller from the fruit stand winks at him. He responds to the hint with a relaxed, satisfied smile.

It is 1986 somewhere in California. It is Tom Cruise. A cheeky laugh plays around his lips as he starts the engine, and he is surrounded by a fantastic cloud of scent. The fragrance lasts just like him all day long without pause, and he is ready for the next thrill.