Dakar Al Rehab Eau de Parfum

.... and indeed to the Orient. A bunch of sturdy folks, sometimes wild, sometimes wise, but always curious, sail into eastern realms. This time not on raids, but in search of scents.
One of them, deep in Iceland, once heard about powerful and woody fragrances waiting to be discovered. Not just for warriors, but for men, women, and the whole family. And they want to smell powerful, even of wood. As a tribute to their loyal and durable ships.
They show no fear as they dock in Marrakech and visit the local market.
And they are cunning. They have all sorts of their everyday and decorative items with them, and cleverly encourage some locals to trade for their "Attare".
They encounter both confusion and keen interest. "Who needs a warm fur in this heat?" Abdullah remarks. The blonde Sören replies, "Oh, I’ve heard desert nights are very, very cool. Wouldn’t you like a warm blanket for you and your loved ones?"... First doubt, then contemplation... later agreement. On Abdullah's part. And a perfect trade for both. Fragrance of myrrh and sandalwood for warm fur.
Or at another stall: Snorre praises his carved wooden ship with great enthusiasm. "Original Nordic!" he says to Aishe, the merchant. "Do you have children? They must love wooden ships, original Viking style, unsinkable! And it’s wonderful to play with by the water..."
"What do you want to trade for THAT?!?" Aishe asks, visibly excited. "Your fragrance over there! It smells like music in my nose. So much dark wood!" Snorre is also thrilled.
Handshake! Trade! Wooden ship for oud perfume. This continues for a while until each crew member has their little scent. And the trading partner is satisfied with their acquisition.
In the following days of their stay, all the Vikings enjoy the life of the Orient, their fragrances, until a little mishap occurs. Some scents get mixed up in their flasks due to the hasty handling by Snorre, Adelheid, and their folks. A completely new fragrance emerges. A "BRAVO" from the whole group. "It smells like fresh wood for our ships" And also of the "Black Dragon of Marrakech," a sage liqueur of the locals. "This is OUR scent! We call it 'Black Dragon'! "Or Drakar... that sounds woodier and more Viking." someone else suggests. "Agreed!" the whole crowd cheers.
"To the Black Dragon! Skol!..." and they sail back north.