By Anton Constantinou
Mr Yellow is my fragrant depiction of Chanel Allure Homme Édition Blanche. A shimmery, smiley and energising fragrance with mouthwatering lashings of lemon and vanilla. The perfect balance between fresh and creamy. Tarte au citron in a bottle.
The year is 2014. Location: Nice, France. Mr Yellow, a charismatic Frenchman, is holidaying with his girlfriend on the French Riviera and indulging in a little summer pizzazz.
Mr Yellow is 35, well-spoken, athletic and energetic. His girlfriend, 31, elegant and slim. It’s their three-year anniversary and they’ve decided to celebrate with a trip somewhere glamorous.
It’s lunchtime and they’re dining out at a fashionable restaurant in town. A stylish bistro known for its seafood and tarts.
Mr Yellow is wearing a bright yellow linen shirt, chinos and a pair of loafers. His girlfriend, a floral summer dress and a pair of heels.
Their conversation is light and airy and revolves around informal topics. They discuss what they’ve done so far on the trip and what they still have planned, and laugh heartily.
Mr Yellow excels at this type of conversation. A cheerful man at heart, he’s in his element when discussing the happy and fun moments in life, and has a great knack for keeping the vibe bright and airy.
Mr Yellow and his girlfriend love the outdoors and are dining alfresco. Their table is one of the best in the restaurant and overlooks the sea, the sun beating down on their pretty tanned faces.
The two are midway through lunch and order pudding. Mr Yellow is a lover of lemon-based deserts and orders a tarte au citron: a delicious French tart combining lemon, cream, custard and vanilla. His sips a gin and lemon in anticipation: its citric bubbles fizzy and invigorating. His girlfriend is drinking Rosé - Provence-style, of course.
Desert arrives and the two tuck in greedily and continue their conversation. Mr Yellow is his usual happy self and is smiling contentedly. His bright blue eyes white and glistening.
The air fresh and energising but gives way to something woody. A subtle smell of reclaimed furniture.
“Do you smell that?” asks Mr Yellow.
“Smell what?” his girlfriend replies.
“That beautiful woody smell. You know what that is, right?”
“What?”
“Sandalwood. There’s a workshop down the road that works with the stuff. I saw them carving bits on the way in - furniture and that. We should take a look.”
The two continue talking, staring in each others eyes, hoping the holiday will never end. This sweet, musky moment in time.
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