05/15/2020
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The Marzipan Shoe Spray
Hello and I am happy that you are accompanying me again! Last time we bought the expensive impregnation spray Cuir Intense from Guerlain. Today I had to go out again, the shoe polish was out.
Now you know about my welted shoes and today it's not about my cognac-brown copy, that's why I bought the Cuir Intense. It's about my black Budapesters. I had put them on especially and so I went again to my new shoe shop of trust in the arcades. Well, they didn't have any shoes there, but they had lots of creams and sprays. It was more expensive than at Deichmann but the shoes are worth it. So I went into the shop and single-mindedly told the saleswoman: "Hello, I'm looking for a new cream or a spray, it should have a good shine and care: yes, they are welted. Feel free to touch them if that helps."
The lady looked at me in astonishment. Oh dear, I've fallen for the apprentice! "Do you have anything for leather?" I asked, a bit piqued. "Leather? Of course, I'll bring you some!"
She did and so I sprayed my shoes by myself, because the lady tended to spray me instead of the shoes! Trainee halt; I remained calm, didn't want to make a scene. With a mild smile I pushed her aside and tried some things. Surprised, I noticed that there were sprays that smelled of edible things! Oookayyy, slightly strange, who buys this for his shoes? Afterwards my dog Willie still chews my shoes to pieces when I smell of vanilla!
Slightly unnerved I started the next spray and there it smelled slightly of marzipan. Now you have to know, I am a sweet tooth in this respect, unlike Willie. I liked that. It wasn't an intense marzipan, more volatile and distinguished for me, if I may put it that way.
"Tell me, this Mahon Leather, what is it?" "A great scent of the time-honored and traditional English house of Floris..." "Wait! English and traditional? It goes with my shoes, doesn't it? You know, the welted ones!" I looked her intensively in the eyes, formed mute "welted" with my lips and traced this on the sole of the shoes. That way the apprentice learned something! While doing so, something looked at me in astonishment and asked me to put the shoe back on. You can't teach today's generation anything either!
I liked the missing esprit of the perfume, it smelled drifting along without drive. Quite contrary to Cuir Intense but today it was about my conservative black Budapesters. So it suited me well. As my old boss said at the time: no Brown in Town, when someone again changed the colour of his shoes. Of course I didn't wear brown in the office. Of course not.
Anyway, I took it to the till. Actually I wanted a shoe cream but the nice marzipan care spray with a slightly stale tea note did the trick. Quite fast the already pale scent faded even more. Satisfied I went home and thought to myself that Willie would certainly not bite into my shoes. Good thing that I refused the raspberry leather care this time as well. Triumphantly I continued my way home.
Now you know about my welted shoes and today it's not about my cognac-brown copy, that's why I bought the Cuir Intense. It's about my black Budapesters. I had put them on especially and so I went again to my new shoe shop of trust in the arcades. Well, they didn't have any shoes there, but they had lots of creams and sprays. It was more expensive than at Deichmann but the shoes are worth it. So I went into the shop and single-mindedly told the saleswoman: "Hello, I'm looking for a new cream or a spray, it should have a good shine and care: yes, they are welted. Feel free to touch them if that helps."
The lady looked at me in astonishment. Oh dear, I've fallen for the apprentice! "Do you have anything for leather?" I asked, a bit piqued. "Leather? Of course, I'll bring you some!"
She did and so I sprayed my shoes by myself, because the lady tended to spray me instead of the shoes! Trainee halt; I remained calm, didn't want to make a scene. With a mild smile I pushed her aside and tried some things. Surprised, I noticed that there were sprays that smelled of edible things! Oookayyy, slightly strange, who buys this for his shoes? Afterwards my dog Willie still chews my shoes to pieces when I smell of vanilla!
Slightly unnerved I started the next spray and there it smelled slightly of marzipan. Now you have to know, I am a sweet tooth in this respect, unlike Willie. I liked that. It wasn't an intense marzipan, more volatile and distinguished for me, if I may put it that way.
"Tell me, this Mahon Leather, what is it?" "A great scent of the time-honored and traditional English house of Floris..." "Wait! English and traditional? It goes with my shoes, doesn't it? You know, the welted ones!" I looked her intensively in the eyes, formed mute "welted" with my lips and traced this on the sole of the shoes. That way the apprentice learned something! While doing so, something looked at me in astonishment and asked me to put the shoe back on. You can't teach today's generation anything either!
I liked the missing esprit of the perfume, it smelled drifting along without drive. Quite contrary to Cuir Intense but today it was about my conservative black Budapesters. So it suited me well. As my old boss said at the time: no Brown in Town, when someone again changed the colour of his shoes. Of course I didn't wear brown in the office. Of course not.
Anyway, I took it to the till. Actually I wanted a shoe cream but the nice marzipan care spray with a slightly stale tea note did the trick. Quite fast the already pale scent faded even more. Satisfied I went home and thought to myself that Willie would certainly not bite into my shoes. Good thing that I refused the raspberry leather care this time as well. Triumphantly I continued my way home.
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