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Antonio de la Torre Duarte Escobar
It happened last summer. We sat in the canteen like almost every day, when suddenly nothing was like every day. First only one looked up for a very short time, then another. Then the conversations at some tables fell silent, and somebody knocked his glass off the tray, but that could also have been a coincidence. The most beautiful man in the world walked through the canteen - with a tray like every other one of us. Glow-eyed. Black curly. The biceps and shoulders under the jacket just as visible as they should be. Lips like in a wine mood mascaraed. And you could actually hear it whispering from all sides: 'Who is HE?'
HE, it turned out in the next few days - oh what: hours - was from a management consultancy and for a strategic project for the next few months in the house (where more volunteers inquired whether their support might still be helpful than with any other project ever before). He had such a sonorous, almost opera-like and passionate name as the one mentioned above (which, of course, is fictitious, otherwise the real Antonio de la Torre Duarte Escobar would probably rightly strike me a violet tomorrow). One could hear women (and some gentlemen) standing in the corridors raving about his voice ('like dusty, Andalusian velvet') and his muscular, darkly fluffed forearms and reading his name devoutly sighing from otherwise very sober minutes ('Antonio...'). And I would almost swear to have watched a colleague try her signature with 'de la Torre Duarte Escobar' while she thought she was unobserved during a telephone conference - just to look at it...
Acqua di Parma's Ginepro di Sardegna strikes like Antonio de la Torre Duarte Escobar - at least in the first ten minutes. Acqua di Parma is almost always good in these first ten minutes. Juniper is usually something special, masculine and memorable. I don't like the adjective 'racy', but this is actually a 'racy' juniper. Southern. Adorably cool. A typical acqua-di-parmesque top note with a hint of hummus. Who - and I mean this - are well worth buying a perfume just for their sake, if you like them that way. Beyond the racy juniper intro, Ginepro di Sardegna is a nice fragrance, nothing more.
Conclusion: later it came out that Antonio de la Torre Duarte Escobar is married dad with a station wagon and a suburban cottage. And the strategic project didn't go well either. But the voice and the forearms, the...