Many people associate all kinds of longings and desires with certain parts of the world. Besides Baikal and the South Seas this applies to me to the capital of Cuba, Havana (La Habana). When I think of Havana, I think of smells, pleasures, proud women, joie de vivre, light-heartedness and tradition. It's an ideal, it's not true and it's wrong, but I love it!
The focus is on the cigar, legendary brands such as Cohiba, Romeo y Julieta, Montecristo and all the other Habanos with the fine, spicy smoke. In addition tasty rum, caramel sweet, dark or white, Bacardi, Havana Club - delicious. And there he sits, smoking, drinking, sweating, the great Hemingway in his bar. I see the casinos, clubs and hotels of mafia boss Meyer Lansky, the mafia film "the godfather 2" and everywhere attractive ladies and elegant dancers who perform to brilliant music, the dances invented here like Mambo, Rumba or Cha-Cha-Cha.
The sun was burning, the air still hot, Havana is waiting. Then they come, in old American vintage cars, the Stones. It's Havana moon!
The crowd trembles, the crowd lives, music, pleasure, joy, now in the moment. And from the background, hidden in dense sugar cane and tobacco fields, Che and Fidel look on, a little sad, too. From the sea, the old man and Ernest wave, the Habanos glow and rum is still there.
A scent of good values from a bygone world. A fragrance, powerful, young, dynamic. A scent like Havana!