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Leather is completely gone for the seats on it
"That's the best you could do? Smells like Alberto." "I wanted to design something special there, something suitable for your car brand. Better than the Fiat scents, right?"
"I don't know how we're going to make this work...you can't smell leather...probably only one can help now to save the fragrance and all the money spent on years of research and development. Alberto, uh...Mrs. Perfumer, give me the phone.
Five minutes later, a phone rings, a stocky man picks up, "Yes, please? I see, yes, I see. Yes....yes, of course. Italy, you say? No problem, I can be there tomorrow. However....you have the wrong number, this is Trevor Ochmonek."
Another phone rings. A man on his motorcycle tries to answer the call, the phone slipping down his pants where it continues to vibrate. Only after a dozen missed calls does the caller from Maranello reach the heavily breathing man:
"Wool?"
"Yeah, sure."
"This is the Head of Scents at Ferrari, Cravio Briavache. We want to release a leather scent and our perfumer is suffering from Morillas Syndrome. We need you. Can you be here tomorrow to inspect the scent? See what can be salvaged?"
"Well..."
"We've got beer. Lots of beer."
"See you tomorrow then!"
"Veltins and Karlskrone in cans, not Italo beer. Wolle? Wool??? Just hung up...."
"Excuse me, Mr Briavache?"
"Not now..."
"But there's a Mr. Wollny downstairs at reception, I think you're expecting him."
Next day:
"I'll flag up what's going on. You forgot the leather. Your apple and cinnamon compote is nice, but more for dessert. Ah, the bitter orange doesn't cut it. Good thing it's there. It covers up the rest of the sweet stuff. Where does the perfumer come from? Ferrero?"
"Yes, indeed, did you smell that out?"
"Nah, I only know Ferrero in terms of Italy apart from Ferrari. But I'll see what's salvageable...."
"Are you dumping beer in there right now?"
"Sure, can only get better. Leather would be good too, should be a leather scent right?"
"I'll get you what you need!"
"Oh, just get me leather, I'll improvise with the rest here. It gets better after half an hour, after all."
Indeed, the patchouli took over, which however smelled more like grasses not unlike. Likewise, woody notes now acted, which, however, little expressive but rather served to maintain the initial sweetness over further hours. Leather Essence was designed to be very pleasing, almost toothless. Leather was later to be perceived, wool will still report this, yet I hope not that so leather seats in the Ferrari smell.
Hours, if not days later:
"So, I'm through. So first thank you for the leather with which you usually decorate your carts. Made myself a pair of pants out of it."
"With one leg and with your back view with cleavage?"
"That's what they wear on the biggest catwalk in the world, in Herne."
"Yes, well, better explain how you saved the olfactory mishap."
"With leather. Sure, my favorite dating portal Parfumo will not rate the fragrance with 9/10, that was not to do. But: solid. Solid as your sleds, although yes, I swear by my Daihatsu. Just has a hole in the dash unfortunately. I thought it was a button and bang! Hole in it. Oh, well. Anyway, the leather plays in the background, ensnares the sweet broth at the beginning so that you think: Oops, that's not so bad now. Not good, more a fragrance like Bayer Leverkusen, but also not bad."
"Wool, there really was not more to get out?"
"Later it gets better, we're already talking about almost Europa League. The leather is almost completely gone, I needed it for my pants after all, for that the rest was enough to conjure up the wood patchouli thing as arbitrary as possible. No one thinks now, but that's bad but: oh, already forgotten the fragrance! Good, huh?"
"Oh no, that's really all it had?"
"I lightened it up with vanilla. Now it's for the whole Marley clientele."
"Good idea! But where did the vanilla come from?"
"Müller chocolate pudding with vanilla sauce. I don't like those and then poured that into the fragrance."
"Well, and it stays like that?"
"No, because if I had continued to accentuate the base after an hour or so, sooner or later you would have noticed that it's rather mediocre. Therefore, after that, it becomes consistently mushy and not very definable. If this isn't a fragrance with a lot of leather, wink, wink."
"Wool, even if you don't have a lot of things down like not sullying the toilet when you use it or using deodorant, lifting bad scents into the gray mediocre, you can!"
Leather Essence by Ferrari barely smells like leather. For this, the sweet-fruity elements have been constructed not too strong but still acceptably effective. The development does not change in principle, even if it is then woody. All in all, a fragrance that doesn't stand out negatively, which probably doesn't stand out much anyway. Basic solid.
"I don't know how we're going to make this work...you can't smell leather...probably only one can help now to save the fragrance and all the money spent on years of research and development. Alberto, uh...Mrs. Perfumer, give me the phone.
Five minutes later, a phone rings, a stocky man picks up, "Yes, please? I see, yes, I see. Yes....yes, of course. Italy, you say? No problem, I can be there tomorrow. However....you have the wrong number, this is Trevor Ochmonek."
Another phone rings. A man on his motorcycle tries to answer the call, the phone slipping down his pants where it continues to vibrate. Only after a dozen missed calls does the caller from Maranello reach the heavily breathing man:
"Wool?"
"Yeah, sure."
"This is the Head of Scents at Ferrari, Cravio Briavache. We want to release a leather scent and our perfumer is suffering from Morillas Syndrome. We need you. Can you be here tomorrow to inspect the scent? See what can be salvaged?"
"Well..."
"We've got beer. Lots of beer."
"See you tomorrow then!"
"Veltins and Karlskrone in cans, not Italo beer. Wolle? Wool??? Just hung up...."
"Excuse me, Mr Briavache?"
"Not now..."
"But there's a Mr. Wollny downstairs at reception, I think you're expecting him."
Next day:
"I'll flag up what's going on. You forgot the leather. Your apple and cinnamon compote is nice, but more for dessert. Ah, the bitter orange doesn't cut it. Good thing it's there. It covers up the rest of the sweet stuff. Where does the perfumer come from? Ferrero?"
"Yes, indeed, did you smell that out?"
"Nah, I only know Ferrero in terms of Italy apart from Ferrari. But I'll see what's salvageable...."
"Are you dumping beer in there right now?"
"Sure, can only get better. Leather would be good too, should be a leather scent right?"
"I'll get you what you need!"
"Oh, just get me leather, I'll improvise with the rest here. It gets better after half an hour, after all."
Indeed, the patchouli took over, which however smelled more like grasses not unlike. Likewise, woody notes now acted, which, however, little expressive but rather served to maintain the initial sweetness over further hours. Leather Essence was designed to be very pleasing, almost toothless. Leather was later to be perceived, wool will still report this, yet I hope not that so leather seats in the Ferrari smell.
Hours, if not days later:
"So, I'm through. So first thank you for the leather with which you usually decorate your carts. Made myself a pair of pants out of it."
"With one leg and with your back view with cleavage?"
"That's what they wear on the biggest catwalk in the world, in Herne."
"Yes, well, better explain how you saved the olfactory mishap."
"With leather. Sure, my favorite dating portal Parfumo will not rate the fragrance with 9/10, that was not to do. But: solid. Solid as your sleds, although yes, I swear by my Daihatsu. Just has a hole in the dash unfortunately. I thought it was a button and bang! Hole in it. Oh, well. Anyway, the leather plays in the background, ensnares the sweet broth at the beginning so that you think: Oops, that's not so bad now. Not good, more a fragrance like Bayer Leverkusen, but also not bad."
"Wool, there really was not more to get out?"
"Later it gets better, we're already talking about almost Europa League. The leather is almost completely gone, I needed it for my pants after all, for that the rest was enough to conjure up the wood patchouli thing as arbitrary as possible. No one thinks now, but that's bad but: oh, already forgotten the fragrance! Good, huh?"
"Oh no, that's really all it had?"
"I lightened it up with vanilla. Now it's for the whole Marley clientele."
"Good idea! But where did the vanilla come from?"
"Müller chocolate pudding with vanilla sauce. I don't like those and then poured that into the fragrance."
"Well, and it stays like that?"
"No, because if I had continued to accentuate the base after an hour or so, sooner or later you would have noticed that it's rather mediocre. Therefore, after that, it becomes consistently mushy and not very definable. If this isn't a fragrance with a lot of leather, wink, wink."
"Wool, even if you don't have a lot of things down like not sullying the toilet when you use it or using deodorant, lifting bad scents into the gray mediocre, you can!"
Leather Essence by Ferrari barely smells like leather. For this, the sweet-fruity elements have been constructed not too strong but still acceptably effective. The development does not change in principle, even if it is then woody. All in all, a fragrance that doesn't stand out negatively, which probably doesn't stand out much anyway. Basic solid.
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