Esvonstorch

I am 5 or 6 years old and once again my parents are forcing me to visit Grandpa.
Not that I don’t like Grandpa, it’s just that wretched cigar smell.
The whole apartment is filled with smoke and Grandpa sits in a permanent blue haze.
Not nice cigars, expensive ones, but cheap shag, stubs or something like that. What was available back then.
There’s cake and coffee, the cake tastes like ash, has been sitting in the kitchen forever and is smoked through. Grandpa also smokes while eating.
In the evening when we finally get home, I wash myself from head to toe completely voluntarily to get rid of the cold smoke. But I can still smell it for days.

That’s the first thing that came to my mind when I sprayed Air Tiger. I see myself as a child sitting under the table hoping to be able to go home soon.

No wood or leather, just endless cigar smoke. At most the absorbed stench in the old Gelsenkirchen Baroque cabinets, so yes, wood.

Not a perfume I want, more like a childhood trauma. Yes, the longevity and sillage are intense, just like with Grandpa.