Insurrection II Wild Reyane Tradition 2013
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Winter dream
It's already dark fall. Today is an early Christmas party, as there are hardly any free dates later. We meet for dinner in a traditional, rustic restaurant.
In between, you need a short break from all the hustle and bustle. The stairs lead down to the basement. It's clean there, but it's getting on in years. Everything is brightly tiled, with a few gaps and cracks here and there. The windows are tilted, the heating is off, it's clearly too cool.
There are a few bar tables in front of the toilets. One of them is free and you take the time out for a quick cigarette. Two tables away, an elderly gentleman is smoking a cigarillo, the distinctive aroma spreading through the anteroom.
Before going back upstairs, you quickly wash your hands. There is a "Milk & Honey" soap dispenser on the washbasin and a "Vanilla Magic" room spray next to it. A little of it still hangs in the cold air.
As you climb back up the stairs, you follow a strange trail of various scents behind you. You can already hear your colleagues laughing - the mood is good.
In between, you need a short break from all the hustle and bustle. The stairs lead down to the basement. It's clean there, but it's getting on in years. Everything is brightly tiled, with a few gaps and cracks here and there. The windows are tilted, the heating is off, it's clearly too cool.
There are a few bar tables in front of the toilets. One of them is free and you take the time out for a quick cigarette. Two tables away, an elderly gentleman is smoking a cigarillo, the distinctive aroma spreading through the anteroom.
Before going back upstairs, you quickly wash your hands. There is a "Milk & Honey" soap dispenser on the washbasin and a "Vanilla Magic" room spray next to it. A little of it still hangs in the cold air.
As you climb back up the stairs, you follow a strange trail of various scents behind you. You can already hear your colleagues laughing - the mood is good.