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The Multifaceted, Ambivalent Skin
“Okay... so what exactly is the problem?” our hero asked the nymph.
“Are you serious that I should now accompany you in a baby bath bucket because you lost my normal vessel during the card game?”
“I had sure-fire tips, Mari...”
“You got your tips from the chicken, which clucked depending on the card.”
“It has never gone wrong.”
“You had never tried it.”
“Okay, you don’t feel comfortable in the bucket, you’re basically missing your second skin. I’ll gather the crew and we’ll get your tub back! Where is our faun Floyd?”
“Either lying in the compost or strolling in the woods, rubbed down with pine oil, lying, rubbing... I don’t want to know....”
“I’ll first collect the square lemon balm. It’s actually not lemon balm2.”
“But you introduced it that way in the first part, that’s confusing.”
“True, lemon balm2 is shorter and that’s again such a long introduction, every character counts.”
“Gagaaaack!”
“Right, Polly, I didn’t hear you coming.”
So they soon set off, our hero lost the tub to the pirate MonsieurTest aka the wooden leg with the mustache. He anchored in the bay at Ponticus Bay. They knew that his loyal companions Nunchaku-Nui and FvSpeer were with him, it would surely lead to a spectacular fight. To prepare, they played Eye of the Tiger and perfumed themselves with Second Skin. At the scent of cognac, the faun Floyd remembered his last adventure, his last fling with a female fir, but I don’t want to elaborate on that here.
At the beginning, they made quick progress and soon took a break. Hot black tea was served, and some added cognac to it. The nymph only got cognac poured into her bath bucket. It could also be that they emptied the water beforehand. To this aromatic-spicy, brown scent, a light iodine note joined in, it smelled like chamomile tincture. Accordingly, lemon balm2 became quite nervous. Was it..., yes it was her arch-enemy Immortelle(√). She immediately set a scent mark, and a fierce duel ensued:
Bautz!
Boing!
Can!
Klonk!
Bumm!
Bastian!
Ratsch!
Klirr!
Bäng!
In the end, lemon balm2 naturally won, and known for her rawness, she smeared herself with the immortelle oil of her old enemy, an occult lemon balm ritual, so to speak. The rest was utilized by the chicken. Thus, they moved on, carrying the olfactory triad; remarkable was the dry immortelle which, due to the cognac and the tea, no longer appeared dry but rather had a tincture character.
So they walked past blooming fields, spotting tuberoses, jasmine, ylang-ylang, and so on. Since the lemon balm tolerated no competition, she smoked several packs of Roth-Händle and ignited the sea of flowers, which now looked like a freshly cleared primeval forest. A smoky scent lingered in the air, yet absurdly it was a pleasant fragrance. The intoxicating flowers like the tuberose released their scent one last time, which combined with the smoky element into a very fine mélange. Perhaps the best that floral-smoky could produce.
Our hero now spoke with the chicken:
“Okay, Polly, it’s time, we’re almost at the ship and we urgently need a plan...”
“Gacker”
“That’s worth considering...”
“Gagaack”
“True, I hadn’t thought of that, but what exactly do you mean?”
“Gacker, Gacker, Pick, Pick”
“That seems a bit absurd to me, I don’t quite understand the part about the cola bottle and the vacuum cleaner?”
“GAAAAAACK!!!”
“Oh, right, I misunderstood that. Now we have a plan!”
The tobacco overshadowed the scene, aromatic and herbal. When MonsieurSchnurrbart discovered the opposing phalanx, he sent FvSpeer out, who, armed to the teeth, resolutely stepped towards our hero. Suddenly a shout: “5-liter cologne canister sighted in the bay! Uncle Cologne!” and FvSpeer was gone.
Only Nunchaku-Nui remained. He brought their team to the brink of defeat when suddenly an unknown fighter struck down Nunchaku-Nui with cedar and sandalwood.
“Who... are you?” everyone shouted in chorus.
“They call me MahatmaGandix. I was drawn to this now beautifully balsamic resinous scent.”
It was true, tea, cognac, and the like had disappeared, leaving behind aromatic dark resins on an oak moss base. Refreshing and multifaceted. Suddenly TAFKAS aka Schnurri aka MonsieurTest appeared. With his entrance, the dry woody notes broke forth one last time, enriching Second Skin, but the intermezzo was short. He slipped, as our nymph emptied a bit of the cognac water from her bath bucket in front of him, the captain slipped and broke everything, crashing through the planks, and that was it. Joyfully, Mariella jumped into her tub!
Upon returning home, everyone had to recover first. Lemon balm was imprisoned for arson, Pollita was a sought-after lecturer due to her linguistic eloquence, Mariella sprayed her tub with Tango while looking at the poor fish with strange glances, the faun Floyd was still lying in the cleared field, several meters deep buried due to the woody-fungal-smoky mélange, and our hero read the newly released autobiography Wolle Beinhart - how I became a rocker mayor of Herne.
Second Skin is a very versatile fragrance that carries various components within it and will surely appeal to a broader audience. It is a strong scent, but a better sillage would not have hurt. It is exciting that it manages to make ingredients pleasant where others often struggle or design them too one-dimensional, see the tea or the cognac.
(With thanks to the faun Floyd)
“Are you serious that I should now accompany you in a baby bath bucket because you lost my normal vessel during the card game?”
“I had sure-fire tips, Mari...”
“You got your tips from the chicken, which clucked depending on the card.”
“It has never gone wrong.”
“You had never tried it.”
“Okay, you don’t feel comfortable in the bucket, you’re basically missing your second skin. I’ll gather the crew and we’ll get your tub back! Where is our faun Floyd?”
“Either lying in the compost or strolling in the woods, rubbed down with pine oil, lying, rubbing... I don’t want to know....”
“I’ll first collect the square lemon balm. It’s actually not lemon balm2.”
“But you introduced it that way in the first part, that’s confusing.”
“True, lemon balm2 is shorter and that’s again such a long introduction, every character counts.”
“Gagaaaack!”
“Right, Polly, I didn’t hear you coming.”
So they soon set off, our hero lost the tub to the pirate MonsieurTest aka the wooden leg with the mustache. He anchored in the bay at Ponticus Bay. They knew that his loyal companions Nunchaku-Nui and FvSpeer were with him, it would surely lead to a spectacular fight. To prepare, they played Eye of the Tiger and perfumed themselves with Second Skin. At the scent of cognac, the faun Floyd remembered his last adventure, his last fling with a female fir, but I don’t want to elaborate on that here.
At the beginning, they made quick progress and soon took a break. Hot black tea was served, and some added cognac to it. The nymph only got cognac poured into her bath bucket. It could also be that they emptied the water beforehand. To this aromatic-spicy, brown scent, a light iodine note joined in, it smelled like chamomile tincture. Accordingly, lemon balm2 became quite nervous. Was it..., yes it was her arch-enemy Immortelle(√). She immediately set a scent mark, and a fierce duel ensued:
Bautz!
Boing!
Can!
Klonk!
Bumm!
Bastian!
Ratsch!
Klirr!
Bäng!
In the end, lemon balm2 naturally won, and known for her rawness, she smeared herself with the immortelle oil of her old enemy, an occult lemon balm ritual, so to speak. The rest was utilized by the chicken. Thus, they moved on, carrying the olfactory triad; remarkable was the dry immortelle which, due to the cognac and the tea, no longer appeared dry but rather had a tincture character.
So they walked past blooming fields, spotting tuberoses, jasmine, ylang-ylang, and so on. Since the lemon balm tolerated no competition, she smoked several packs of Roth-Händle and ignited the sea of flowers, which now looked like a freshly cleared primeval forest. A smoky scent lingered in the air, yet absurdly it was a pleasant fragrance. The intoxicating flowers like the tuberose released their scent one last time, which combined with the smoky element into a very fine mélange. Perhaps the best that floral-smoky could produce.
Our hero now spoke with the chicken:
“Okay, Polly, it’s time, we’re almost at the ship and we urgently need a plan...”
“Gacker”
“That’s worth considering...”
“Gagaack”
“True, I hadn’t thought of that, but what exactly do you mean?”
“Gacker, Gacker, Pick, Pick”
“That seems a bit absurd to me, I don’t quite understand the part about the cola bottle and the vacuum cleaner?”
“GAAAAAACK!!!”
“Oh, right, I misunderstood that. Now we have a plan!”
The tobacco overshadowed the scene, aromatic and herbal. When MonsieurSchnurrbart discovered the opposing phalanx, he sent FvSpeer out, who, armed to the teeth, resolutely stepped towards our hero. Suddenly a shout: “5-liter cologne canister sighted in the bay! Uncle Cologne!” and FvSpeer was gone.
Only Nunchaku-Nui remained. He brought their team to the brink of defeat when suddenly an unknown fighter struck down Nunchaku-Nui with cedar and sandalwood.
“Who... are you?” everyone shouted in chorus.
“They call me MahatmaGandix. I was drawn to this now beautifully balsamic resinous scent.”
It was true, tea, cognac, and the like had disappeared, leaving behind aromatic dark resins on an oak moss base. Refreshing and multifaceted. Suddenly TAFKAS aka Schnurri aka MonsieurTest appeared. With his entrance, the dry woody notes broke forth one last time, enriching Second Skin, but the intermezzo was short. He slipped, as our nymph emptied a bit of the cognac water from her bath bucket in front of him, the captain slipped and broke everything, crashing through the planks, and that was it. Joyfully, Mariella jumped into her tub!
Upon returning home, everyone had to recover first. Lemon balm was imprisoned for arson, Pollita was a sought-after lecturer due to her linguistic eloquence, Mariella sprayed her tub with Tango while looking at the poor fish with strange glances, the faun Floyd was still lying in the cleared field, several meters deep buried due to the woody-fungal-smoky mélange, and our hero read the newly released autobiography Wolle Beinhart - how I became a rocker mayor of Herne.
Second Skin is a very versatile fragrance that carries various components within it and will surely appeal to a broader audience. It is a strong scent, but a better sillage would not have hurt. It is exciting that it manages to make ingredients pleasant where others often struggle or design them too one-dimensional, see the tea or the cognac.
(With thanks to the faun Floyd)
Updated on 01/22/2021
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