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Something about time travel and so
Dear Parfumo diary,
today I went on a time travel to countries long before our time. Ok, before my time. My entourage knew the time still very well. I was accompanied by older gentlemen, weather-beaten their countenance, the hair in my memory white as snow, perhaps one or the other also carried a wig, it was usual at their time decades ago, centuries, oh what, myriads at years. You will have recognized it, Yatagan and his crew were with me.
Actually, we were going to an event, an excavation for dinosaur enthusiasts, we had missed it, hence the time travel, which was many years too far. Actually, we only wanted to travel back to last Thursday. Instead, we were now stuck in the age of the dinosaurs, whether it was Cretaceous or whatever, I do not know.
We decided to wait, 2023 will come already. There I noticed a smell on one of the Yatagans, for simplicity and because of my poor memory for names I called them all the same with their powder wigs and robes. It was less animalistic than the dinos here but still herbaceously animalistic. Thyme, basil even refreshed thanks to the citrus. Some lavender was also in the air but of a moderate nature.
"Tell me....Yatagan II, what is it?"
"My name is Leonard."
"I say. Kenny, I mean Lenny, so?"
"Mixed it up here from my travel provisions, watch how that goes. I plan to release the 1980. However, due to time constraints and T-Rex population reasons, it still fluctuates."
Then it went on, herbaceous fresh, characteristic features like a dry coarseness joined the other olfactory impressions. And by coarse I do not mean Taueresk but rather a la rugged rock cliff. A gloomy note, for me now no longer animalic, climbed to the top of the scent. A fine smoke, which had penetrated leathery, herbaceous notes and now as a darker triumvirate rushed forward.
"Yes...that gives me an idea...Sturm und Drang...."
"Excuse me, Yatagan XIII?"
"Johann please."
"Of course. Johann. Now let me keep rambling on please and pretend I'm having a dialogue here."
So the melange became successively more introverted, but it retained its basic orientation. Much further I came then unfortunately no more because a Carnivor discovered us. Shortly before I was then eaten, I thought only:
"I have seen things that you humans would never believe. Giant ships that were burning, out off the shoulder of Orion. And I've seen C-beams, glittering in the dark, near the Tannhäuser Tor. All these moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to die."
Some fragrances are in the rain er I mean by Parfumo yet not completely lost, as I would realize if I had survived. Over and out.
today I went on a time travel to countries long before our time. Ok, before my time. My entourage knew the time still very well. I was accompanied by older gentlemen, weather-beaten their countenance, the hair in my memory white as snow, perhaps one or the other also carried a wig, it was usual at their time decades ago, centuries, oh what, myriads at years. You will have recognized it, Yatagan and his crew were with me.
Actually, we were going to an event, an excavation for dinosaur enthusiasts, we had missed it, hence the time travel, which was many years too far. Actually, we only wanted to travel back to last Thursday. Instead, we were now stuck in the age of the dinosaurs, whether it was Cretaceous or whatever, I do not know.
We decided to wait, 2023 will come already. There I noticed a smell on one of the Yatagans, for simplicity and because of my poor memory for names I called them all the same with their powder wigs and robes. It was less animalistic than the dinos here but still herbaceously animalistic. Thyme, basil even refreshed thanks to the citrus. Some lavender was also in the air but of a moderate nature.
"Tell me....Yatagan II, what is it?"
"My name is Leonard."
"I say. Kenny, I mean Lenny, so?"
"Mixed it up here from my travel provisions, watch how that goes. I plan to release the 1980. However, due to time constraints and T-Rex population reasons, it still fluctuates."
Then it went on, herbaceous fresh, characteristic features like a dry coarseness joined the other olfactory impressions. And by coarse I do not mean Taueresk but rather a la rugged rock cliff. A gloomy note, for me now no longer animalic, climbed to the top of the scent. A fine smoke, which had penetrated leathery, herbaceous notes and now as a darker triumvirate rushed forward.
"Yes...that gives me an idea...Sturm und Drang...."
"Excuse me, Yatagan XIII?"
"Johann please."
"Of course. Johann. Now let me keep rambling on please and pretend I'm having a dialogue here."
So the melange became successively more introverted, but it retained its basic orientation. Much further I came then unfortunately no more because a Carnivor discovered us. Shortly before I was then eaten, I thought only:
"I have seen things that you humans would never believe. Giant ships that were burning, out off the shoulder of Orion. And I've seen C-beams, glittering in the dark, near the Tannhäuser Tor. All these moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to die."
Some fragrances are in the rain er I mean by Parfumo yet not completely lost, as I would realize if I had survived. Over and out.
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