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An intimate night in Cuba, snowy landscapes surrounded by tonka trees adorned with cigarillos
Almost an abstruse title, but the fantasy of a dream place for this creation from the house of Tom Ford.
I land with a Cessna on the island, it was quite stormy, already dark and the island, a pure snow landscape. Not far from the runway a bar, around you flames rising from old oil drums, Chan Chan from the Buena Vista Social Club laid around my ears and the warmth of the bar was clearly felt.
The closer I got the more intense the scents there became, completely enveloping me just a few feet before I entered.
Full of euphoria I was greeted, downright kissed off from all sides.
One kiss was alcoholic, it must have been the rum, not the young one, the long matured one. The other was chocolaty and another smelled like cigarillos stretched with the best bourbon vanilla.
It was dreamy. There was a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen. An insanely attractive Cuban woman was serving sugared churros at the bar and even Flan I could make out.
Before I sat down I was offered that which I could perceive before.
I reached for my glass of Santiago de Cuba, took a sip and lit the cigarillo and enjoyed the atmosphere, the evening and the night, which I definitely did not spend alone
I land with a Cessna on the island, it was quite stormy, already dark and the island, a pure snow landscape. Not far from the runway a bar, around you flames rising from old oil drums, Chan Chan from the Buena Vista Social Club laid around my ears and the warmth of the bar was clearly felt.
The closer I got the more intense the scents there became, completely enveloping me just a few feet before I entered.
Full of euphoria I was greeted, downright kissed off from all sides.
One kiss was alcoholic, it must have been the rum, not the young one, the long matured one. The other was chocolaty and another smelled like cigarillos stretched with the best bourbon vanilla.
It was dreamy. There was a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen. An insanely attractive Cuban woman was serving sugared churros at the bar and even Flan I could make out.
Before I sat down I was offered that which I could perceive before.
I reached for my glass of Santiago de Cuba, took a sip and lit the cigarillo and enjoyed the atmosphere, the evening and the night, which I definitely did not spend alone
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