GothicHeart

Oh my Sister, oh my Bride,
thou art a garden barriered...
A mystic wave, a fountain sealed...
Thy bosom, there it lies,
a turkish rose heaven...
Fruited and heavy with the most
delightful, scented wonders...
Aye, with heliotrope and musk...
With cardamom and basil...
With every sort of jasmine sighs...
With cedar and with tuberose...
And all the sweetest balsam trees...
Oh fountain of my gardens,
thou art a singing spring
flowing thy lilting path
from the Cappadocian mountains...
Colours of sea, colours of sky
with golden sun embellished...
Constantinople bows with awe
before thy divine beauty...

My grandfather was a very brave, very decent, very proud and very just man. He fought in the frontline during WWII defending my country and leaving his newborn daughter, my mother, behind. After the war he spent many years as the co-owner of a gambling club, being a professional gambler himself. His spectrum of acquaintances varied from Prime Ministers to labourers. And he always believed that the second were way better people than the first. He lived through so many things that most of us could never meet, even if we live thrice his lifetime. And he made everything look SO easy! He passed away peacefully at the age of 98 in 2009, leaving me with hundreds of fabulous stories and adventures as his heritage. He was always my hero. Russisch Leder was his signature fragrance for nearly 30 years. The iconic white opaque glass bottle with the black disc shaped lid was always in his bathroom and the scent was always lingering in the small apartment he lived in. I always splashed myself with it each time I visited him. He always laughed with my hurry to be a grown man. I cannot be impartial about it. To me this is one of my fondliest childhood memories. Something that will make me burst in tears if I ever sense it again. This is the scent that heroes wear. The scent of a tall, handsome man that holds a straight flush in one hand and a Walther P-38 in the other. A scent of colossal proportions.

-"Officer Ripley, I am sorry to inform you that the aliens, while trashing our chambers, smashed all of your bottles of One Man Show..."

-"OK!I've had enough!"

-"I agree. Twelve of them IS enough!"

-"Twelve? What twelve? I thought they were about a hundred..."

-"A hundr... Now wait a sec... Of WHAT have you had enough? Bottles of One Man Show, right?"

-"Hell no! One can never have enough of it! Bring me my plasma rifle NOW! Oh my God, they're SOOO screwed!"

It could perfectly replace flash/stun grenades in the hands of riot police! Imagine a bottle of this shattering in the middle of a bunch of tight packed people... All of them flashed/stunned and above all marked for the next 12 hours therefore sooo easy to be identified and arrested! Need more proof that this WTF brew CANNOT be used for any good?

I could forgive almost everything to she who is wearing this...

And since at least 100 caracters are required...

I could forgive almost everything to she who is wearing this...