
Hofnärrin
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Hofnärrin
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And the golden raspberry goes to....
The raspberry has bright white teeth and smiles at me challengingly. Overall, she is very dressed up and presents herself as peppery-youthful. When I ask if I might speak to the oud, her smile widens, but nothing happens. I secretly sigh. I have never faced such a vain raspberry before. The fact that she tries to mask her vanity with a deliberately simple vanilla-colored outfit only makes things worse. I decide to wait. Time will tell, oud will come. Or am I mistaken? In any case, a hint of unrefined oud would do this berry good. After about 4 hours, I get fed up and make my exit. She waves goodbye with a vanilla-colored handkerchief, which, I must admit, emits a rather pleasant scent.
Postscript: In the middle of the night, the phone rings. It’s the Not-So-Bad Vanilla. She hurriedly whispers to me that the oud has finally appeared, but must leave again right away; if I hurry, I might have a chance... I growl and hang up. The next morning, I have no idea whether the call was real or just a silly dream. I lean towards the latter. Or has anyone else been called by a vanilla in the middle of the night?
Postscript: In the middle of the night, the phone rings. It’s the Not-So-Bad Vanilla. She hurriedly whispers to me that the oud has finally appeared, but must leave again right away; if I hurry, I might have a chance... I growl and hang up. The next morning, I have no idea whether the call was real or just a silly dream. I lean towards the latter. Or has anyone else been called by a vanilla in the middle of the night?
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Top Notes
Pink pepper
Raspberry
Heart Notes
Cypress
Vanilla
Base Notes
Musky notes
Oud


























