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A fine citrus spice classic to the rescue. How a noble Loewe saved the Parfumo community from the cheese swamp
Special tasks, or simply a perfectly groomed everyday appearance, require special fragrances. Loewe pour homme (previously para hombre) has been a stalwart of the aromatic citrus men's genre since 1978. An outstanding fragrance! A beautiful vintage lemon head rises above the basil-lavender backbone rooted in a soft butt of amber moss.
ONLY scents like this are capable of keeping the perfumo community from falling into stammering and moaning! Because:
Oh woe! The fine Parfumo oasis threatened to topple. From the biotope of fragrant warbling colorful birds threatened to become a cesspool: a Maggi nightmare! After the Louvre was closed a long time ago, after Loewenherz spent his well-deserved retirement behind the landlord's stove, bitter losses followed recently like lashes: Voice genius Fittleworth, Queen of Soul Palonera and funk singer Flirty Flower stopped singing. The creaky retro-bass Konsalik fell silent, and now even the most recorded hero tenor, Yatagan. Alas!
A tricky Swiss shyster and strong-scented Casanova, who maintains a pigpen on the side at Parfumo, also recently lured a guard of the best remaining forces to the Swiss Alpine purgatory of boredom. Cravache probably hopes our writing heroes will 'lie down' there like medieval knights, forsaking their scent-testing adventures in favor of slacker pleasures.
He promised them a tax-exempt commentary holding company. He lured them with wellness offers: Cheese whirlpools, wallows in cowpatOud, sodomistic animalities and alpine flowerlet abuse of all kinds.... Baiting in this way, Cravache lured the heroes of my perfumo youth to Appenzell in the commentary on Montale's 'Full Incense':
The leather smoke man Chizza & Faun Floyd, our holiness, Colognepapst FvSpeesuit, furthermore the infamous killer Melissa, the tirelessly clucking chicken Pollita. Plus the fresh super-Friesian, whose services as a perfumo-muse are in hot demand everywhere. In the small print of his cloistered subordinate clauses, the bored decadent had also lured Hasi (whom he has been trying to tease into his coop forever), the radiant Gold as well as the virtuoso Flioline, plus the tower-jumping poet Violet as well as the line-jumping Button Nose into his dark realm.
The Parfumo idyll of nose and letter artists threatened to become desolate. Where was salvation to come from when all the good guys had been silenced or carried off?
As a Parfumo-Preusse it was MonsieurTest's duty, kissed by his Scent-Muse also desire, to recruit a team of remaining warriors, free the lost souls and lead them back to the promised Parfumo-Land. Fortunately, the short-sighted Cravache had overlooked the fact that, in addition to the long-singers, there was also a Statement League of Parfumopoets who, with their stilettos, poetically powerful statements, were able to form a powerful strike force.
The sad nymph Edda 32 declared herself ready for the emergency as quickly as the old-rocking cat friend Pinseltown. Killer Bee was cast because of his fearsome name and incorruptibly conservative taste; Treasure Hunter because his name says it all and doesn't promise too much. The little-known UntermWert (equally true name!) because of her magical memory skills. Which could become crucial to this mission, as it was necessary to appeal to the missing person's GOOD memories of Perfumoland in order to lure them back. The overall artist Shaking, as well as Nui with the unpronounceable name and nose sequel, proudly volunteered for the expedition. As fresh forces, the astutely curious Foxear, the avidly honey-gathering April22Bee, and the mountain-moving Guerlinchen with an irrepressible love of scent were asked to join the strike force.
The strategy was as simple as it was ingenious - to learn from Gesualdo and Bach is to learn to win! On the summits around the Appenzell cheese and tax cesspool, the master staters climb to plead, roar or yodel from above the praise of Loewe pour homme in many-voiced fugue to the dragged down. Depending on poetic inclination.
Pinseltown began the statement round dance, yodeling:
Gentle Giant of the felines,
gentler than my pet cat,
rooaart better than my jaguar:
Here comes the greenish Sun!
This was followed by the queen of diminuendo haikus, Edda32:
Moll lemon finely basil
Whispers to us in the lavender field:
Better rose than gera-nie.
Amber moost soft da
-of, -to, -her.
NuiWak... our Maori with a nose-tit booms from the snow-top opposite:
Spicy lemon, tart herbs, fruity blossoms
Inhale sandal musk cream.
In the heart of Spain, the sun always shines
On mossy vetiver!
Foxear counters fresh in a different key:
Lemon and basil pot go to the BAR
(Interjection from Edda32: what is this?)
Lavender with the rose around
Landing geraniums in the amber moss bed
To Netflix & scent study (?!)
Whereupon Guerlinchen echot joyfully full of passion:
Oh, that's how mature guys smell
Virile, ned verdruckst,
Sensual and self-confident.
Southern and soo engaging.
Delightful: Mmmh!
Schatzsucher sings with Hanseatic understatement finely nuanced:
Unexcited citrus-harsh fragrance
With feins-tem, classic touch, without frippery.
Does not roar loudly around, bes-ticht through s-tolze presence.
Killer bee takes the theme and varies it:
A dinosaur, so basically likeable.
A bit rustic, so what?
Lemon yellow he is,
rolling in the moss with his
fine flower necklace...
Loud and distinctive now hums April22Bee:
Not for monks,
does his thing, lemon-spiced,
clears then tartly unclean that it's a joy.
Released more like 25.
Shaking nails a dreamy lion picture to the summit cross and sets off:
Grandma, why do you have
Such a hairy chest?
...
Because I have such delightful
Oldschool spicy scents
Just can't resist!
UntermWert recalls:
This is how the 80ies
smelled The noblest hombres
Under Spain's Sun:
Green spicy lemony
Lavender moos it up
From the depths of time
So the cheese chains of the heroes banished by Cravache to tax loopholes (the ladies: to his pigsties) melted under the anthems of the antiphonally posted Parfumo choir.
The banished sharpened their ears & noses, so-called the chants of friends, became fresh, soft and gripped. Soon they made their way back and fell into the citrusy, spicy arms of their liberators, the Loewe-spraying staters.
How great was the joy when the other lost ones poured out of the dark crypts of their own exiles: Fittleworth (whose signature scent is Loewe pour homme - which says more than all my words here!) and Yatagan, Palonera, Flirty Flower and Konsalik, all came back and celebrated a spring festival lasting several weeks at the big lily pond, in the Birdland of Parfumoland. Night after night, they told each other about new fragrance discoveries or reminisced about the scents of their parents and grandparents.
Only Chizza got confused because of the many beers&whiskies while fabulating, because he could hardly keep apart the many stories and venues of his perfume stories.
So he was gagged & and tied to a tree. Until he finally divided good & evil correctly in the distribution of roles. (Note: MonsieurTest: written together!)
ONLY scents like this are capable of keeping the perfumo community from falling into stammering and moaning! Because:
Oh woe! The fine Parfumo oasis threatened to topple. From the biotope of fragrant warbling colorful birds threatened to become a cesspool: a Maggi nightmare! After the Louvre was closed a long time ago, after Loewenherz spent his well-deserved retirement behind the landlord's stove, bitter losses followed recently like lashes: Voice genius Fittleworth, Queen of Soul Palonera and funk singer Flirty Flower stopped singing. The creaky retro-bass Konsalik fell silent, and now even the most recorded hero tenor, Yatagan. Alas!
A tricky Swiss shyster and strong-scented Casanova, who maintains a pigpen on the side at Parfumo, also recently lured a guard of the best remaining forces to the Swiss Alpine purgatory of boredom. Cravache probably hopes our writing heroes will 'lie down' there like medieval knights, forsaking their scent-testing adventures in favor of slacker pleasures.
He promised them a tax-exempt commentary holding company. He lured them with wellness offers: Cheese whirlpools, wallows in cowpatOud, sodomistic animalities and alpine flowerlet abuse of all kinds.... Baiting in this way, Cravache lured the heroes of my perfumo youth to Appenzell in the commentary on Montale's 'Full Incense':
The leather smoke man Chizza & Faun Floyd, our holiness, Colognepapst FvSpeesuit, furthermore the infamous killer Melissa, the tirelessly clucking chicken Pollita. Plus the fresh super-Friesian, whose services as a perfumo-muse are in hot demand everywhere. In the small print of his cloistered subordinate clauses, the bored decadent had also lured Hasi (whom he has been trying to tease into his coop forever), the radiant Gold as well as the virtuoso Flioline, plus the tower-jumping poet Violet as well as the line-jumping Button Nose into his dark realm.
The Parfumo idyll of nose and letter artists threatened to become desolate. Where was salvation to come from when all the good guys had been silenced or carried off?
As a Parfumo-Preusse it was MonsieurTest's duty, kissed by his Scent-Muse also desire, to recruit a team of remaining warriors, free the lost souls and lead them back to the promised Parfumo-Land. Fortunately, the short-sighted Cravache had overlooked the fact that, in addition to the long-singers, there was also a Statement League of Parfumopoets who, with their stilettos, poetically powerful statements, were able to form a powerful strike force.
The sad nymph Edda 32 declared herself ready for the emergency as quickly as the old-rocking cat friend Pinseltown. Killer Bee was cast because of his fearsome name and incorruptibly conservative taste; Treasure Hunter because his name says it all and doesn't promise too much. The little-known UntermWert (equally true name!) because of her magical memory skills. Which could become crucial to this mission, as it was necessary to appeal to the missing person's GOOD memories of Perfumoland in order to lure them back. The overall artist Shaking, as well as Nui with the unpronounceable name and nose sequel, proudly volunteered for the expedition. As fresh forces, the astutely curious Foxear, the avidly honey-gathering April22Bee, and the mountain-moving Guerlinchen with an irrepressible love of scent were asked to join the strike force.
The strategy was as simple as it was ingenious - to learn from Gesualdo and Bach is to learn to win! On the summits around the Appenzell cheese and tax cesspool, the master staters climb to plead, roar or yodel from above the praise of Loewe pour homme in many-voiced fugue to the dragged down. Depending on poetic inclination.
Pinseltown began the statement round dance, yodeling:
Gentle Giant of the felines,
gentler than my pet cat,
rooaart better than my jaguar:
Here comes the greenish Sun!
This was followed by the queen of diminuendo haikus, Edda32:
Moll lemon finely basil
Whispers to us in the lavender field:
Better rose than gera-nie.
Amber moost soft da
-of, -to, -her.
NuiWak... our Maori with a nose-tit booms from the snow-top opposite:
Spicy lemon, tart herbs, fruity blossoms
Inhale sandal musk cream.
In the heart of Spain, the sun always shines
On mossy vetiver!
Foxear counters fresh in a different key:
Lemon and basil pot go to the BAR
(Interjection from Edda32: what is this?)
Lavender with the rose around
Landing geraniums in the amber moss bed
To Netflix & scent study (?!)
Whereupon Guerlinchen echot joyfully full of passion:
Oh, that's how mature guys smell
Virile, ned verdruckst,
Sensual and self-confident.
Southern and soo engaging.
Delightful: Mmmh!
Schatzsucher sings with Hanseatic understatement finely nuanced:
Unexcited citrus-harsh fragrance
With feins-tem, classic touch, without frippery.
Does not roar loudly around, bes-ticht through s-tolze presence.
Killer bee takes the theme and varies it:
A dinosaur, so basically likeable.
A bit rustic, so what?
Lemon yellow he is,
rolling in the moss with his
fine flower necklace...
Loud and distinctive now hums April22Bee:
Not for monks,
does his thing, lemon-spiced,
clears then tartly unclean that it's a joy.
Released more like 25.
Shaking nails a dreamy lion picture to the summit cross and sets off:
Grandma, why do you have
Such a hairy chest?
...
Because I have such delightful
Oldschool spicy scents
Just can't resist!
UntermWert recalls:
This is how the 80ies
smelled The noblest hombres
Under Spain's Sun:
Green spicy lemony
Lavender moos it up
From the depths of time
So the cheese chains of the heroes banished by Cravache to tax loopholes (the ladies: to his pigsties) melted under the anthems of the antiphonally posted Parfumo choir.
The banished sharpened their ears & noses, so-called the chants of friends, became fresh, soft and gripped. Soon they made their way back and fell into the citrusy, spicy arms of their liberators, the Loewe-spraying staters.
How great was the joy when the other lost ones poured out of the dark crypts of their own exiles: Fittleworth (whose signature scent is Loewe pour homme - which says more than all my words here!) and Yatagan, Palonera, Flirty Flower and Konsalik, all came back and celebrated a spring festival lasting several weeks at the big lily pond, in the Birdland of Parfumoland. Night after night, they told each other about new fragrance discoveries or reminisced about the scents of their parents and grandparents.
Only Chizza got confused because of the many beers&whiskies while fabulating, because he could hardly keep apart the many stories and venues of his perfume stories.
So he was gagged & and tied to a tree. Until he finally divided good & evil correctly in the distribution of roles. (Note: MonsieurTest: written together!)
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