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10/21/2021
pudelbonzo
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Precious moments
This scent reminds me of my father's wood-paneled office, where he sat laboriously at his curved heavy desk.
Even the two elegant outer office ladies intimidated me a little - but gave me a sense of importance when they announced me by phone, like a distinguished guest.
Strange how the ambience affects one, I was after all " only " visiting my father.
Although I always stranger in his office the first minutes - everything nevertheless radiated such a solidity and competence - I was gladly there.
My father demonstratively cleared away the papers and leisurely lit a good Havana cigar.
He selected it from a fine wooden box - a humidor, I learned, cut it, gently twisted it between his fingers, moistened the mouthpiece, and finally lit it.
It was an almost contemplative ritual, and signaled to me that he was now taking time off from work - and was there entirely for me.
From boss, he morphed back into my father, with whom I could joke - but also pour my heart out.
And this cultivated atmosphere is also conveyed by the fragrance.
The woody notes mixed with the tobacco seem very masculine, but in a gentle way - as my father was also a subtle man.
The blue-gray swath of cigars that floated through the room punctuated our conversations.
Cuba has brought these precious moments back to my mind, - and I hope that Peter has good Havannas in store for my " Pa "
Even the two elegant outer office ladies intimidated me a little - but gave me a sense of importance when they announced me by phone, like a distinguished guest.
Strange how the ambience affects one, I was after all " only " visiting my father.
Although I always stranger in his office the first minutes - everything nevertheless radiated such a solidity and competence - I was gladly there.
My father demonstratively cleared away the papers and leisurely lit a good Havana cigar.
He selected it from a fine wooden box - a humidor, I learned, cut it, gently twisted it between his fingers, moistened the mouthpiece, and finally lit it.
It was an almost contemplative ritual, and signaled to me that he was now taking time off from work - and was there entirely for me.
From boss, he morphed back into my father, with whom I could joke - but also pour my heart out.
And this cultivated atmosphere is also conveyed by the fragrance.
The woody notes mixed with the tobacco seem very masculine, but in a gentle way - as my father was also a subtle man.
The blue-gray swath of cigars that floated through the room punctuated our conversations.
Cuba has brought these precious moments back to my mind, - and I hope that Peter has good Havannas in store for my " Pa "
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