The perfume begins its journey with wave from the sea, and continues its bright day with the taste of a good Cuban mojito. After half an hour of freshness, joy, dance and positivism, we sat down to taste a couple of rates of Cuban coffee, black, made with the affection of the typical friendship in Havana homes. Then to give a more panoramic look at the bay we ride in a 50’s American car and we enjoy the very well rounded smell of leather mixed with cedarwood.
