Indianapolis VINOVE męskie perfumy samochodowe

Recollection: January, 2010, Indianapolis, night

For me, there is no better place for celebrating than an intimate jazz club. The dark, blue velvet armchairs, the dark wood, the discrete duskiness, the taste of exquisite spirits, the refined music and a group of closest friends.

It was my round birthday. My friends opened a bottle of cognac from my, fine year. Nothing has tasted to me better. We talked about our life paths, investments, projects, relationships, children, women and plans in a mature and calm manner. We had already achieved everything. There is nothing that we have to do, only everything that we can do.

From time to time, the saxophone caught the threads of our conversations, the double bass highlighted life breakthroughs, whereas the female voice fed our male longings.

It was a night to remember. It was the atmosphere of INDIANAPOLIS.

Man in the White Suit signature