Sicknote

Once upon a time, there was a young, attractive lad named Sicknote. He was on his graduation trip to Tuscany. On the way, to presumably save money, another class was picked up by bus and dropped off at their camp in Italy. We traveled two villages further to another camp. Other activities were undertaken with this class, and little Sicknote began a holiday romance with a young lady from the other class. What does this short backstory have to do with this fragrance, you may be wondering. I will get to that now.
The day before our departure, little Sicknote and two of his classmates hatched a daring plan. They wanted to rent bicycles late in the evening and ride to the other camp to properly conclude their holiday romances. Said and done, a bicycle was organized, and around 11 PM, they set off. The path led through one or another cypress grove. The scent and the fireflies living there I will never forget. When I smelled this fragrance, it transported me right back to that time, and I remembered not only the journey to the girls' camp but also an indescribably beautiful night and that I almost got expelled from school a week before my graduation because my teacher was not as inattentive as I thought back then.