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NuiWhakakore
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With the wind
Finally a big catch, thought the captain and his crew. They had raised and boarded a beautiful pinnace. But when they inspected the cargo, disillusionment set in. The captain of the pinnace was very informative, which was perhaps due to the saber pricking the tip of his nose.
"These are quite exquisite goods, they pay top prices for them in Holland, they're crazy about them!"
The captain wanted to believe it, also because the last few weeks had not been so successful pirate-wise and because he was not an inhuman, he put the crew of the Pinasse out in two dinghies. It was only about 100 nautical miles to the next island, sporty but doable. They got the sacks of cargo onto the Miss Fortune before sinking the other ship.
But of course, nothing was as easy as they thought, it never was. For weeks they cruised from port to port, never getting rid of the cargo. It got worse when little green buds began to sprout from the first sacks, and shortly afterwards the whole ship was covered with a carpet of blossoms. The first impulse, of course, was to throw all the crap overboard, you couldn't be seen like that, your reputation would be ruined. But after a night of drinking around, the captain had another idea. A vision.
For the scent of the flowers had combined quite exquisitely with the inherent smell of the ship and parts of the crew. Admittedly not with the scent of O'Connel, the ship's cook, that was simply too special. But a certain musky note could not be denied.
And so the captain's plan was implemented by the crew, with little enthusiasm admittedly, but all the same: three pirates each had to use alcohol to extract the scents of flowers, ship and crew. Three were necessary, as two always had to watch out so that the third didn't drink up the alcohol. The one-eyed Pete had been tied to the mast, the proximity to so much alcohol would not have been good for him.
It had been a lengthy endeavor, many things he had tried, many things he had discarded, but now the result was before the captain on his table. A small bottle with a shimmering golden liquid in it. When it was opened, an enchanting scent filled the cabin. A floral splendor spread out, herbaceous green, tart mossy and creamy all at once. Who would have thought that his old ship could produce such fragrances?
Now all he needed was a good name for his perfume. For this he consulted with Angel, a fine-minded former lumberjack from Canada.
"I need a name for the scented water here and everyone knows that all the good scented waters come from France."
"Hmpff!"
"So, do you have any ideas?"
"Hmpff?"
"You're Canadian, they know French!"
"Hmpff, west coast, man!"
So that left the captain on his own again, but he finally came up with the perfect name. He wanted to name his creation, after what was the most important thing in the world to him, his ship. Miss Fortune was too long and not French enough for him, so he left it at Schiff. Since he didn't know any French, he just tried as best he could. His spelling wasn't the best either, which is why in the end there was only one word on the label of the bottle in spidery writing:
Schyfre
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Which would prove that François Coty has not discovered the Chypre, but only rediscovered!
Sous le Vent is a chypre to my taste: the florals are tart and dry, carried by the green spiciness of herbs. Verbena, lavender and myrtle I mean to recognize. I have a hard time with the florals, jasmine and rose flash through once in a while, but it's actually an impenetrable blend for me. Galbanum is also clearly discernible at the beginning. In the base, the moss comes through more and more, warmed a bit by balsamic notes and a bit of musky cream. The spicy herbs are gone, but the florals are having a bit of a revival. I would have preferred it the other way around, but that's complaining on a high level. The whole remains quite unsweet, so good!
A real treasure, discovered thanks to Gandix!
"These are quite exquisite goods, they pay top prices for them in Holland, they're crazy about them!"
The captain wanted to believe it, also because the last few weeks had not been so successful pirate-wise and because he was not an inhuman, he put the crew of the Pinasse out in two dinghies. It was only about 100 nautical miles to the next island, sporty but doable. They got the sacks of cargo onto the Miss Fortune before sinking the other ship.
But of course, nothing was as easy as they thought, it never was. For weeks they cruised from port to port, never getting rid of the cargo. It got worse when little green buds began to sprout from the first sacks, and shortly afterwards the whole ship was covered with a carpet of blossoms. The first impulse, of course, was to throw all the crap overboard, you couldn't be seen like that, your reputation would be ruined. But after a night of drinking around, the captain had another idea. A vision.
For the scent of the flowers had combined quite exquisitely with the inherent smell of the ship and parts of the crew. Admittedly not with the scent of O'Connel, the ship's cook, that was simply too special. But a certain musky note could not be denied.
And so the captain's plan was implemented by the crew, with little enthusiasm admittedly, but all the same: three pirates each had to use alcohol to extract the scents of flowers, ship and crew. Three were necessary, as two always had to watch out so that the third didn't drink up the alcohol. The one-eyed Pete had been tied to the mast, the proximity to so much alcohol would not have been good for him.
It had been a lengthy endeavor, many things he had tried, many things he had discarded, but now the result was before the captain on his table. A small bottle with a shimmering golden liquid in it. When it was opened, an enchanting scent filled the cabin. A floral splendor spread out, herbaceous green, tart mossy and creamy all at once. Who would have thought that his old ship could produce such fragrances?
Now all he needed was a good name for his perfume. For this he consulted with Angel, a fine-minded former lumberjack from Canada.
"I need a name for the scented water here and everyone knows that all the good scented waters come from France."
"Hmpff!"
"So, do you have any ideas?"
"Hmpff?"
"You're Canadian, they know French!"
"Hmpff, west coast, man!"
So that left the captain on his own again, but he finally came up with the perfect name. He wanted to name his creation, after what was the most important thing in the world to him, his ship. Miss Fortune was too long and not French enough for him, so he left it at Schiff. Since he didn't know any French, he just tried as best he could. His spelling wasn't the best either, which is why in the end there was only one word on the label of the bottle in spidery writing:
Schyfre
------------
Which would prove that François Coty has not discovered the Chypre, but only rediscovered!
Sous le Vent is a chypre to my taste: the florals are tart and dry, carried by the green spiciness of herbs. Verbena, lavender and myrtle I mean to recognize. I have a hard time with the florals, jasmine and rose flash through once in a while, but it's actually an impenetrable blend for me. Galbanum is also clearly discernible at the beginning. In the base, the moss comes through more and more, warmed a bit by balsamic notes and a bit of musky cream. The spicy herbs are gone, but the florals are having a bit of a revival. I would have preferred it the other way around, but that's complaining on a high level. The whole remains quite unsweet, so good!
A real treasure, discovered thanks to Gandix!
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