07/14/2019
Serenissima
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back in the desert
On his way back to the house he looked around: he saw a collection of buildings and the vast land that he called "home" and that his masterful father had once wrested from the powerful desert.
This power struggle was probably endless: it seemed to bring joy to both parties!
A few hours ago he had returned from a long stay in France. The jet lag was still clearly noticeable; even though he had overslept the last leg of the flight home from the international airport here in father's private jet.
A smile surrounded his lips when he thought of the world he had only a few flying hours behind him After his studies in France, for the son of his French mother this was self-evident, and after the very good graduation expected from his father, he stayed with Mamam for a few more months; with this timelessly beautiful, capricious woman.
How he loved them and how they both enjoyed being together for a while!
Slight mockery ruffled his mouth corners and his emerald green eyes, now darkly framed, sparkled as he thought of the whispers and murmurs of the people they met: the slim, racy and young Arab and the elegant, mature charismatic Frenchwoman!
Oh, yeah! Their fantasies they had provided food for: in this carefree way he flirted only with Mamam!
He had already ridden out; hours on the back of his powerful stallion through the seemingly endless desert - what a feeling of freedom - at last! Infinite!
In his black hair the wind played; during the ride he had covered it up: he knew that not only the respiratory tract had to be protected from the fine sand.
He felt well and alive; fine fresh sweat covered his body, which was already "breaded" by the desert sand in uncovered places. He felt he was back!
And he knew: he smelled of sweat, of life-spraying man, of horse and - oh, if Mamam knew that, she would wring her hands! - enormous after camel!
Because of course he had to visit his favourite camel right after the sitting down.
Something else was not conceivable - they both had grown up together!
In the light wooden shack where the camels found their quarters, it smelled - he was quite honest! - very! The camel stallions marked their territory and it didn't get exquisite!
Surrounded by this mixture of scents, he approached the house.
The cool air in the rooms was impregnated with resinous-spicy incense; this scent was not only meant to protect against possible vermin (which fled here from the desert).
No, did you really know that Desert Jinn really stayed where he belonged?
Incense in this smoky starch was a shield against anything that did not belong in the house.
The rich wood aroma of the floors and few pieces of furniture were harmoniously integrated into the overall picture: a picture that emerges very vividly and powerfully from the bottle at "Sheikh al Oud".
This fragrance composition, which includes man, sweat, horse, camel and a lot of wood and mighty incense, can naturally unfold on such a delicate blonde with parchment skin as I am, not in the sense of her creator: she remains unexplored, mysterious!
But even with me the feeling of the infinity of the desert, the adventure and many unknown fairy tales of the Orient is immense.
Perceived on a man, "Sheikh al Oud" would probably be able to walk me on a leash with him - oh, I don't imagine that!
But for a few hours I will still feel like a fragrant giant with enormous magical powers!
Actually I am more like Mr. Turtur a pseudo giant: if you see me in action with the appropriate distance (as unfortunately more often possible lately), you assume I would be at least two meters tall and three hundredweights heavy!
But I'm really just small and harmless!
Too small and too harmless to experience more than just an intermezzo with such a masculine fragrance.
This fascinating men's fragrance may continue: it will surely find its human counterpart.
Oh, the performance alone leaves me breathless!
This power struggle was probably endless: it seemed to bring joy to both parties!
A few hours ago he had returned from a long stay in France. The jet lag was still clearly noticeable; even though he had overslept the last leg of the flight home from the international airport here in father's private jet.
A smile surrounded his lips when he thought of the world he had only a few flying hours behind him After his studies in France, for the son of his French mother this was self-evident, and after the very good graduation expected from his father, he stayed with Mamam for a few more months; with this timelessly beautiful, capricious woman.
How he loved them and how they both enjoyed being together for a while!
Slight mockery ruffled his mouth corners and his emerald green eyes, now darkly framed, sparkled as he thought of the whispers and murmurs of the people they met: the slim, racy and young Arab and the elegant, mature charismatic Frenchwoman!
Oh, yeah! Their fantasies they had provided food for: in this carefree way he flirted only with Mamam!
He had already ridden out; hours on the back of his powerful stallion through the seemingly endless desert - what a feeling of freedom - at last! Infinite!
In his black hair the wind played; during the ride he had covered it up: he knew that not only the respiratory tract had to be protected from the fine sand.
He felt well and alive; fine fresh sweat covered his body, which was already "breaded" by the desert sand in uncovered places. He felt he was back!
And he knew: he smelled of sweat, of life-spraying man, of horse and - oh, if Mamam knew that, she would wring her hands! - enormous after camel!
Because of course he had to visit his favourite camel right after the sitting down.
Something else was not conceivable - they both had grown up together!
In the light wooden shack where the camels found their quarters, it smelled - he was quite honest! - very! The camel stallions marked their territory and it didn't get exquisite!
Surrounded by this mixture of scents, he approached the house.
The cool air in the rooms was impregnated with resinous-spicy incense; this scent was not only meant to protect against possible vermin (which fled here from the desert).
No, did you really know that Desert Jinn really stayed where he belonged?
Incense in this smoky starch was a shield against anything that did not belong in the house.
The rich wood aroma of the floors and few pieces of furniture were harmoniously integrated into the overall picture: a picture that emerges very vividly and powerfully from the bottle at "Sheikh al Oud".
This fragrance composition, which includes man, sweat, horse, camel and a lot of wood and mighty incense, can naturally unfold on such a delicate blonde with parchment skin as I am, not in the sense of her creator: she remains unexplored, mysterious!
But even with me the feeling of the infinity of the desert, the adventure and many unknown fairy tales of the Orient is immense.
Perceived on a man, "Sheikh al Oud" would probably be able to walk me on a leash with him - oh, I don't imagine that!
But for a few hours I will still feel like a fragrant giant with enormous magical powers!
Actually I am more like Mr. Turtur a pseudo giant: if you see me in action with the appropriate distance (as unfortunately more often possible lately), you assume I would be at least two meters tall and three hundredweights heavy!
But I'm really just small and harmless!
Too small and too harmless to experience more than just an intermezzo with such a masculine fragrance.
This fascinating men's fragrance may continue: it will surely find its human counterpart.
Oh, the performance alone leaves me breathless!
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