SCHNAPPS IS DEAD, THEY SAID.
Close your eyes, inhale and – enjoy the trip! This scent stirs some sweet old memories. A hot summer, nicking cherries with… wait, what were their names? Ooh, now it’s an autumn afternoon. Grandma is busy rubbing the fuzz off of those strange yellow fruits, amid endless rows of jelly jars. New scent, new sip: You are standing in the middle of a spruce forest. Relax, you’re still here.
Feet on the ground, glass in your hand.
Cheers and – bon voyage!