Air Tiger Marc Gebauer 2021

I'm 5 or 6 years old and my parents force me to visit Grandpa again.
It's not that I don't like Grandpa, it's just that wretched cigar smell.
The whole apartment is smoky and Grandpa sits in a permanent blue fog.
Not nice cigars, expensive ones, but cheap smokes, cheroots or something. Just what was available back then.
There's cake and coffee, the cake tastes of ash, has been in the kitchen forever and has been smoked. Grandpa also smokes during the meal.
When we finally get home in the evening, I wash myself from head to toe voluntarily to get rid of the cold smoke. But I can still smell it for days.

That's the first thing I thought of when I sprayed Air Tiger. I can see myself as a child sitting under the table and hoping to be able to go home soon.

No wood or leather, just endless cigar smoke. At most the stench of the old Gelsenkirchen baroque cupboards, so wood after all.

Not a perfume I would want, more like a childhood trauma. Yes, the longevity and sillage are fierce, but so was grandpa's.