Midnight Oud Ard Al Zaafaran / ارض الزعفران التجارية Eau de Parfum
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"Schorsch, it burns!"
Recently in an allotment garden in southern Hesse. Schorsch, a proud new tenant of a piece of land, shows his friend Heiner his realm and shows him around.
Heiner: "Such a beautiful piece of Gadde hasde now?! Isch bin rischdisch jealous!"
Schorsch: "Come on, Heiner, you should always come and visit! Awwer would be dearest to me, when the first mol would help me to clear the whole Kerschel away from the previous owner. The gonze is in the hut, that's where the gonze is. I'll get you out of this, and you'll be in a bunch. Maybe we could use some more ebbes dadevon..."
Heiner: "Ei gud, ich stell misch in Bosition!"
Schorsch disappears into the hut, his friend takes a stand between the hut and a piece of lawn.
Schorsch:" Look emol, here comes a whole swing full of wood. Oops! E bissi of it is already quite hollow and wishy?! The hugely funny!"
Schorsch hands Heiner a load of exotic woods that smell a little unusual. Heiner lays them out extensively on the lawn.
Schorsch: "Now we're getting some funny leather stools. Ha, there's a camel in there! That can moin brother hawwe, the basst! Ah, the hodd only three Baa left, mer could not need more..."
Heiner receives the stool and places it on the wood. Unfortunately the thick leather of the seat upholstery bursts open and the sawdust filling spreads over the stack of wood that has already come to rest there.
Schorsch: "Now comes a funny bun, there's something about 'Afghan' in it. Is that maybe dog hair?"
Heiner takes the bag with indefinable content and carefully sniffs at it.
Heiner: "The awwer doesn't even riescht after dog. My forest dud annerst riesche!"
Schorsch: "Your Waldi is also a Daggel! An Afghan is an exotic dog! It's also exodic!
Heiner carefully places the bag with indefinable contents on the heap. In the meantime it has become hot and the sun is burning. In southern Hesse, too, one has recently to come to terms with extremely high temperatures.
Heiner: "It's become very hot! Hammer still much?"
Schorsch: "Naa, a lot of yarn. There's another dipper here, there's something in there. Mmmhh, caramel!"
Heiner: "What do you do then? You're not going to nibble, are you? Who was how long of the already there leije dud! Think of your train!"
Schorsch hands him the pot outside and wipes the caramel remains off his mouth with a handkerchief.
Schorsch: "Now we have more than just a bit of savory cabbage and irschend so e Zeusch was mei Mardda always in the Spaghettisoß' dud."
Heiner also receives this load of some dehydrated green stuff and puts it on the pile. That seems to be it.
Oh, not at all.
Schorsch: "Here's another huge Zidrone!"
Heiner also puts them on the pile and stops pondering for a moment in front of it. The hot sun burns shimmering from the sky, a big bird draws its circles. It's quiet, only a few crickets can be heard. Suddenly Heiner seems alarmed. He gets closer to the stack and finds horrified:
"Schorsch, there's a fire!!"
Schorsch comes shot out of the hut and now both stand in front of a blazing fire. All the beautiful treasures burn and smoke in front of you, whole swaths run through the garden.
Schorsch: "Don't worry about it. The whole rubbish was so gudd together, that we put us now danewwer unner de Sonnescherm!"
No sooner said than done. Now both sit peacefully in the shade, have a ribbed one in their hands, drink apple wine and inhale with relish and relax the sweet smoke that rises from all the treasures.
And if they haven't gone home, then they're still sitting today...
First a small apology to the inclined readers from the region mentioned above:
I have tried to reproduce my second mother tongue somewhat true to the original, but as with dialects, there are no fixed orthographic rules.
Be indulgent with me ;)
Midnight Oud was a spontaneous blind purchase on my part and probably one of the best I have ever made. Schorsch and Heiner have put everything I can smell on their pyre in reverse order, but I have to say quite clearly, it actually smells like smoke all the time. It is sweet smoke (caramel), which is accompanied at the beginning by something citrus. Asparagus herb and oregano are, in my opinion, just one aspect of the special oud used here, combined with really good incense. The herbaceous note disappears later, the incense woodiness remains. I also mean to smell out some cumin, but only briefly and quite weakly, so he didn't find his way to the pile. But there is something single and animal about it, which remains the same during the whole development, but is rather weak. The scent lasts on my skin about 8 hours, but becomes very close after three hours. But before he does, he'll burn down everything he's got! I advise all lovers of smoky-woody-sweet oud scents to test, the quality is excellent and the price is "hot"!
Heiner: "Such a beautiful piece of Gadde hasde now?! Isch bin rischdisch jealous!"
Schorsch: "Come on, Heiner, you should always come and visit! Awwer would be dearest to me, when the first mol would help me to clear the whole Kerschel away from the previous owner. The gonze is in the hut, that's where the gonze is. I'll get you out of this, and you'll be in a bunch. Maybe we could use some more ebbes dadevon..."
Heiner: "Ei gud, ich stell misch in Bosition!"
Schorsch disappears into the hut, his friend takes a stand between the hut and a piece of lawn.
Schorsch:" Look emol, here comes a whole swing full of wood. Oops! E bissi of it is already quite hollow and wishy?! The hugely funny!"
Schorsch hands Heiner a load of exotic woods that smell a little unusual. Heiner lays them out extensively on the lawn.
Schorsch: "Now we're getting some funny leather stools. Ha, there's a camel in there! That can moin brother hawwe, the basst! Ah, the hodd only three Baa left, mer could not need more..."
Heiner receives the stool and places it on the wood. Unfortunately the thick leather of the seat upholstery bursts open and the sawdust filling spreads over the stack of wood that has already come to rest there.
Schorsch: "Now comes a funny bun, there's something about 'Afghan' in it. Is that maybe dog hair?"
Heiner takes the bag with indefinable content and carefully sniffs at it.
Heiner: "The awwer doesn't even riescht after dog. My forest dud annerst riesche!"
Schorsch: "Your Waldi is also a Daggel! An Afghan is an exotic dog! It's also exodic!
Heiner carefully places the bag with indefinable contents on the heap. In the meantime it has become hot and the sun is burning. In southern Hesse, too, one has recently to come to terms with extremely high temperatures.
Heiner: "It's become very hot! Hammer still much?"
Schorsch: "Naa, a lot of yarn. There's another dipper here, there's something in there. Mmmhh, caramel!"
Heiner: "What do you do then? You're not going to nibble, are you? Who was how long of the already there leije dud! Think of your train!"
Schorsch hands him the pot outside and wipes the caramel remains off his mouth with a handkerchief.
Schorsch: "Now we have more than just a bit of savory cabbage and irschend so e Zeusch was mei Mardda always in the Spaghettisoß' dud."
Heiner also receives this load of some dehydrated green stuff and puts it on the pile. That seems to be it.
Oh, not at all.
Schorsch: "Here's another huge Zidrone!"
Heiner also puts them on the pile and stops pondering for a moment in front of it. The hot sun burns shimmering from the sky, a big bird draws its circles. It's quiet, only a few crickets can be heard. Suddenly Heiner seems alarmed. He gets closer to the stack and finds horrified:
"Schorsch, there's a fire!!"
Schorsch comes shot out of the hut and now both stand in front of a blazing fire. All the beautiful treasures burn and smoke in front of you, whole swaths run through the garden.
Schorsch: "Don't worry about it. The whole rubbish was so gudd together, that we put us now danewwer unner de Sonnescherm!"
No sooner said than done. Now both sit peacefully in the shade, have a ribbed one in their hands, drink apple wine and inhale with relish and relax the sweet smoke that rises from all the treasures.
And if they haven't gone home, then they're still sitting today...
First a small apology to the inclined readers from the region mentioned above:
I have tried to reproduce my second mother tongue somewhat true to the original, but as with dialects, there are no fixed orthographic rules.
Be indulgent with me ;)
Midnight Oud was a spontaneous blind purchase on my part and probably one of the best I have ever made. Schorsch and Heiner have put everything I can smell on their pyre in reverse order, but I have to say quite clearly, it actually smells like smoke all the time. It is sweet smoke (caramel), which is accompanied at the beginning by something citrus. Asparagus herb and oregano are, in my opinion, just one aspect of the special oud used here, combined with really good incense. The herbaceous note disappears later, the incense woodiness remains. I also mean to smell out some cumin, but only briefly and quite weakly, so he didn't find his way to the pile. But there is something single and animal about it, which remains the same during the whole development, but is rather weak. The scent lasts on my skin about 8 hours, but becomes very close after three hours. But before he does, he'll burn down everything he's got! I advise all lovers of smoky-woody-sweet oud scents to test, the quality is excellent and the price is "hot"!
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