Paradise at home

Today, the awakening was to a dark and moody morning. Some rain has fallen the past night and bunch of lightnings were interrupting the always needed quality sleep.

At 07AM, eyes were open and outside was pretty darn fresh. Super weird considering that it’s the middle of the European summer, but to hell with it, it is what it is. 

Things were going normal, coffee, chat with the wife, walk the dog, planning some work. You know, the usual stuff.

Three hours passed and we suddenly realized that the weather changed. Sun was shining, heat started to be noticed and Maruša went to spray a bit of Creed’s Virgin Island Water and BAM!, The magic happened 🙂

I took the bluetooth speaker, connected the phone to it and i knew exactly what to play, Bim Bom from Astrud Gilberto. We play that stuff on repeat mode and Holy moly! the smell of that fragrance mixed with that song was insane. We cut some pineapple, some limes, shredded some coconut and made some Piña Colada for the photo shoot (Lies, we knew we were gonna drink it Lol) and for a while, we forgot we were in Slovenia.

For a good hour, we were transported to whatever tropical destination you wanna think of. The aromas of sweet lime, freshly shredded Coconut, sneaky hints of something like Captain Morgan, some Ginger and Sugar Cane…Good gawd, this is good stuff, Creed’s stuff. This thing makes you forget you are a regular individual.

Spray this stuff and become a tropicalesque citizen of the seas, an island ambassador or Caribbean persona, you name it.

But, not everything is perfect because after an hour of shooting, an another hour to have lunch plus photo editing, the precious sun went away. It became cloudy, thunders were heard, it was humid and it seemed that a storm was coming but one thing was still there.

As we are writing this “feel/review” Virgin Island Water was still pumping because we are the lucky ones as we belong to the group of peeps that this juice last a good amount, probably 5/6 hour territory. Very lucky indeed.

Anyways, that’s it, we were still there, waiting for the storm and ready to welcome that vanilla and floral notes from that amazing dry down. To feel the last traces of Caribbe at home and still singing Astrud’s BimBom.