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Havana Moon - the Stones are coming!
The air is shimmering in Havana. It is not yet the sultry heat of the coming rainy season, rather the dry, somewhat cool-fresh, spicy herbaceousness of the grasses, flowers and fruits, more hay-green than gourmand-warm. In the same way, Havana perfume by Aramis opens its olfactory explosion with green herbs, fresh fruit, cumin, floral and spicy. A fragrance that would suit many places in the world.
But we are in Havana, Cuba, the land of casinos, clubs, despots and mafiosis, the favorite place of the great Hemingway, cigars and rum, in the land of mambo, rumba, cha-cha-cha, elegant dancers, attractive ladies and proud women, the island of the revolution of Che and Fidel in which every citizen can write more than just his name.
When Ernest Hemingway was asked why he lived in Cuba, he answered with a declaration of love and said "because he liked it"! We too like Cuba, but today we are there because of them, today is Havana Moon, the Rolling Stones are coming. Meanwhile, not only the air is shimmering, the ground begins to vibrate slightly from the 500,000 visitors of the Benefit Open Air Concert, who together, close together, expectantly unite the joy of life, lightheartedness and tradition of the island.
And so it goes with our Aramis perfume Havana. The tangy, herbaceous opening bouquet retreats somewhat, it remains dry and cold, still green tobacco leaf scent, very slightly resinous and smoky underpinnings, pushes into the foreground. Supplemented by an idea of spicy orientalism, the fragrance, without noticeable sweetness, very slowly transitions into a darker, earthy-leathery aromatics with tart tobacco notes.
The first songs are played and Benita, the reader, the lectora de tabaquería, gets moist eyes listening. Hours ago, she was reading to the torcedores herself as they worked. Her partner, also a torcedoreo, holds her close and hugs her happily with his brown hands, still tobacco and fragrant, while they listen to Honky Tonk Women. Torcedores roll the world's coveted handmade Cohibas, Romeo y Julietas, and Montecristos with great skill on the galeras of cigar factories. Today and now, however, they too celebrate.
The mood is boisterous, joyous, celebratory and loud, the crowd of listeners quaking, music, pleasure, joy, now and here in the moment. The old men on stage give their best and are aware of the history. With the queues of old-timers parked a little off, there is still peace, the bars await the onslaught of tourists, in the distant Naval Base military base, Guantanamo Bay is icy silence, the beach of Varadero and the Bay of Pigs lie peacefully under the evening sky.
From Angie to You Can't Always Get What You Want, the greatest hits have left the stage and the concert is drawing to a close. Quieter, warm, melancholy moods are coming.
Our scent, Havana by Aramis, continues to be thick, rich, and persistent. A splash of sweetness now makes the austere masculinity more pleasing, the earthy spicy tobacco a little cozier and the oriental a little more pronounced. A lingering hint of slightly smoky vanilla announces the conciliatory conclusion to a special olfactory experience. Now the perfume also fits perfectly with this tropical night and Havana. A fragrance with the charm of faded values from an almost bygone era, but at the same time as powerful, young and dynamic as youth can only be!
The stage is empty, satisfied and full of euphoria, the people disperse, the morning after is still far. Mafia boss Meyer Lansky remains missing. Jack-of-all-trades, macho, womanizer and war reporter Ernest Hemingway has made himself comfortable with a Cuba Libre in his Finca Vigia. On the beach, the old man and the sea look saddened and exhausted at the remains of the giant marlin and from the background, hidden in dense fields of sugar cane and tobacco, Che and Fidel also wave, somewhat sadly, at the goings-on. The Habanos glow and rum is also still plenty.
For reading and the small trip to a concert of superlatives very sincere thanks!
But we are in Havana, Cuba, the land of casinos, clubs, despots and mafiosis, the favorite place of the great Hemingway, cigars and rum, in the land of mambo, rumba, cha-cha-cha, elegant dancers, attractive ladies and proud women, the island of the revolution of Che and Fidel in which every citizen can write more than just his name.
When Ernest Hemingway was asked why he lived in Cuba, he answered with a declaration of love and said "because he liked it"! We too like Cuba, but today we are there because of them, today is Havana Moon, the Rolling Stones are coming. Meanwhile, not only the air is shimmering, the ground begins to vibrate slightly from the 500,000 visitors of the Benefit Open Air Concert, who together, close together, expectantly unite the joy of life, lightheartedness and tradition of the island.
And so it goes with our Aramis perfume Havana. The tangy, herbaceous opening bouquet retreats somewhat, it remains dry and cold, still green tobacco leaf scent, very slightly resinous and smoky underpinnings, pushes into the foreground. Supplemented by an idea of spicy orientalism, the fragrance, without noticeable sweetness, very slowly transitions into a darker, earthy-leathery aromatics with tart tobacco notes.
The first songs are played and Benita, the reader, the lectora de tabaquería, gets moist eyes listening. Hours ago, she was reading to the torcedores herself as they worked. Her partner, also a torcedoreo, holds her close and hugs her happily with his brown hands, still tobacco and fragrant, while they listen to Honky Tonk Women. Torcedores roll the world's coveted handmade Cohibas, Romeo y Julietas, and Montecristos with great skill on the galeras of cigar factories. Today and now, however, they too celebrate.
The mood is boisterous, joyous, celebratory and loud, the crowd of listeners quaking, music, pleasure, joy, now and here in the moment. The old men on stage give their best and are aware of the history. With the queues of old-timers parked a little off, there is still peace, the bars await the onslaught of tourists, in the distant Naval Base military base, Guantanamo Bay is icy silence, the beach of Varadero and the Bay of Pigs lie peacefully under the evening sky.
From Angie to You Can't Always Get What You Want, the greatest hits have left the stage and the concert is drawing to a close. Quieter, warm, melancholy moods are coming.
Our scent, Havana by Aramis, continues to be thick, rich, and persistent. A splash of sweetness now makes the austere masculinity more pleasing, the earthy spicy tobacco a little cozier and the oriental a little more pronounced. A lingering hint of slightly smoky vanilla announces the conciliatory conclusion to a special olfactory experience. Now the perfume also fits perfectly with this tropical night and Havana. A fragrance with the charm of faded values from an almost bygone era, but at the same time as powerful, young and dynamic as youth can only be!
The stage is empty, satisfied and full of euphoria, the people disperse, the morning after is still far. Mafia boss Meyer Lansky remains missing. Jack-of-all-trades, macho, womanizer and war reporter Ernest Hemingway has made himself comfortable with a Cuba Libre in his Finca Vigia. On the beach, the old man and the sea look saddened and exhausted at the remains of the giant marlin and from the background, hidden in dense fields of sugar cane and tobacco, Che and Fidel also wave, somewhat sadly, at the goings-on. The Habanos glow and rum is also still plenty.
For reading and the small trip to a concert of superlatives very sincere thanks!
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