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Because I only want you, my love.
When she was 17 years old, she got to know the man she was going to meet within the next 2 years
i would marry him. He was charming, full of love, protecting her with all his self.
Soon the young couple caught up with the reality that love and breath are not enough for life. In need, he got involved in drug deals. Within the next 10 years, he would develop into a baron.
Habanita had everything that could be materially possessed. Pure luxury. But the fear for her husband and a possible loss always flowed through her blood, and she never lost. Integrating children into this construct was seen by both as irresponsible. The people around them, of course, knew what this wealth was made of.
Habanita was often lonely. She sat alone in this huge house. Often she thought of the first years with him. The time, the nights, the experiences together. Now she waited more than she knew him from her. To escape these feelings, she spent many nights in bars.
She loved her silk frill blouses combined with a slim mini skirt made of leather - matching elegant black stilettos. She loosely stuck her soft, brown hair up, her golden jewellery was as filigree and yet determined as her appearance. Her perfume was classic, reminiscent of old times and had a beautiful, moving depth. Resinous, deep powdery, warm paired with beautiful flowers.
Wicked and yet pure. A beautiful woman who had made herself up for herself and dreamt she could once again enjoy a summer night out with her husband. But this one was missing. Business was waiting. So she once again went armed with pens and paper into the mixture of nightlife.
The majority of people, including men, admired Habanita's beauty in silence and distance - out of respect and fear of her husband. She was unapproachable and yet so fascinatingly beautiful.
The loneliness followed her, the questions in her head penetrate her innermost. And yet the loud voices in the bar soothed Habanita's soul somewhat. For now. She wrote down her thoughts in the form of poetry, smoking her vanilla cigarillo paired with a glass of Martini.
The longing for closeness, in any form, once again immediately seized her upon arrival in this palace without a companion. Her overflowing passion killed her inwardly and yet she always waited, really always just for him.
Habanita undressed, threw her red satinnegligée over her and went to the land of dreams - to a place that would do justice to her love. Away from this recurring reality. She was about to fall asleep as she felt fingers of gentle man's hands gliding across her cheek. So familiar, so well known. She opened her eyes. Your husband was here again. After weeks she felt bliss, joy, security, security. He kissed her and showed her a beautiful journey of love that night. Her soul caught fire again. Every time. Just for him. A lifetime.
For me Habanita is a dark scent that radiates light. It reminds of love, of pain, of longing, of a woman's needs. A woman's soul life. A woman who is deeply loyal and knows exactly what her heart desires. All or nothing.
To describe the single notes is difficult for me - because this scent is quite complex.
I smell absolutely nothing burned. Smoky? Definitely. It reminds me of the classic scents of bygone times. Self-confident and far away from a shallow water.
This Habanita is a woman to fall in love with.