Insurrection II Wild Reyane Tradition 2013

It is already dark autumn. Today is an early Christmas party, later it will be hard to find free dates. For dinner, we meet in a traditional, rustic inn.

In between, you need a short break from all the hustle and bustle. The stairs lead down to the basement. It is clean down there, but has seen better days. Everything is brightly tiled, with a few gaps and cracks here and there. The windows are tilted open, the heating is off, and it is noticeably cool.

In front of the restrooms, a few standing tables are waiting. One of them is free, and you take the opportunity for a quick cigarette. Two tables over, an older gentleman is smoking a cigarillo, the distinctive aroma wafts through the foyer.

Before heading back up, you quickly wash your hands. On the sink, there is a soap dispenser labeled "Milk & Honey," next to it a room spray "Vanilla Magic." A bit of it still lingers in the cold air.

As you climb the stairs back up, you trail a peculiar blend of various scent notes behind you. You can already hear your colleagues laughing - the mood is good.