My grandfather was a pipe smoker. As a child I found it very interesting how he cleaned out his pipe, stuffed and lit it and how he could form curls of smoke.
My grandfather was a difficult person - others say. To me he was my grandfather, who I teased, who stood there with an open mouth because of my sometimes rebellious remarks and whom I loved.
Simply loved, as it should be.
He was a nagging pipe-smoking grandfather - with the best tobacco in the world.
There was not only smoke, there was always a juicy fruity note, those were densely woven aromas that came out of the pipe. His pipe had a wonderful light orange tone in the smooth bowl, looked beautiful.
When we were in London in Penhaligons, I walked through the shop wounded in love by Clara and Halfeti, my dear husband tested the wheel cut. Even before he came up to me with his arm outstretched, my grandfather stood in the shop grinning, looking down at me with his pipe in his mouth.
So of course not in persona, otherwise I would not have stood there calmly any more! No Radcliff conjured up my grandfather's picture and my nose was nailed up where the spray hit my husband's skin.
The way I knew I needed the Clara, I knew the Radcliff had to go home to my husband, he just didn't know it.
No, he didn't want to take him, it would be too expensive and we left the store.
You and I haven't forgotten the Radcliff.
At ALZD I ordered him a small sample because I had to order something anyway. He was as happy as a child in December to have new moonboats and can't wait until it finally snows. My almost 1.90 cm tall man pressed me to his wide chest (I am a miracle stallion of 1.64) and held me tightly - because of a test. A rehearsal!
He cherished the sprayer. I wouldn't have been surprised if one day I had come into the bathroom in the morning and Mini-Radcliff had a throne on the packaging of the ear sticks or something else, illuminated by LED spotlights in our bathroom cabinet!
My husband loves his scents very much - but he is too..... economical to buy such an expensive fragrance.
But I, I was hunting, kept my eyes open, looked around here and there, picked up tracks, made notes where he had been seen and mentally polished the shotgun, so actually the account to be prepared... good preparation is everything anyway.
And so it happened when he breathed a little louder in the bed next to me that I could not sleep.
Since I still had something to do in the bay anyway, I made myself a tea, sat down in the kitchen with my laptop and while the inhabitants blissfully slept I surfed through the bay.
When I entered the wheel cut in the search bar, more a reflex than a well thought-out thought, a bid was displayed. Freshly adjusted, a few hours ago.
Rifle loaded and secured! And with my mouth open, I read the offer. Adrenaline pumping through my body! This supplier got the Radcliff as a present, had sprayed it once, and he simply did not agree to it. He had agreed with the donor to be allowed to sell the fragrance and from the proceeds the children should receive a small additional Christmas present, it was the beginning of December.
For not even half of the EIA there was the wheel cut, almost all cartridges fell out of my belt or my eyes out of my head!
The sales text was written so nicely, one had the receipt as proof of origin, from first-class attitude, condition very well and I, I made myself ready for the hunt. I put on the cuddly socks, made myself comfortable, took an upright position on the chair and fired the final shot - in the middle of the night, alone in the kitchen. But I'll hunt on my own, in peace.
Roaring Radcliff is not a complex extraordinary fragrance, that may be.
But this fine aromatic tobacco note, together with the alcohol, the gingerbread and the fruits (but they are in there) make the scent on my husband's skin a loving experience.
No one else could smell so wonderfully warm and familiar with the wheel cut, I just put this claim up like that, trohning on my high seat, the cuddly socks on my feet and the rifle at foot!
The Radcliff now stands next to the Clara, looking good together, the two.
PS: for this comment no animals were injured, big game hunter honor word!