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The Black Uddu and the Long Night
It is dark and cold outside. Very cold, but actually not very dark. From the window, you can see the snow illuminated by stars. Lights swirl across the sky in the most incredible colors, pulsating dark violet, dancing on the horizon. Aurora borealis. Udo gets up and closes the curtains.
It is the day before the big reindeer festival. Or is it the night before? At this time of year, one is not so sure. And Udo certainly isn’t; he has been having some memory problems lately. It could be due to age, or alcohol, or the long night that isn’t as dark as one always thinks.
In any case, all the residents of the area have been looking forward to it since the sun said goodbye for the long polar night. So, to the reindeer festival, not the confusion that age, schnapps, or the season brings. It’s about herding reindeer with dog sleds and bringing them to the winter stalls. At least, that’s what it used to be about. Today they use snowmobiles, and the reindeer have long been in the barn and are only brought out for the occasion, they might prefer to stay inside, but they aren’t asked. So much for tradition. The consumption of a lot of homemade schnapps has remained, and Udo is, of course, part of it, like every year.
Although he is not called Udo, but Uddu. He can no longer remember exactly how that came about. The language he was unfamiliar with back then and the omnipresent schnapps might have played a role. When he thinks about it, he also doesn’t remember so well why he even came here. Excessive alcohol consumption could have played a role in this as well, that cannot be ruled out. If you know Udo, it’s quite likely.
Here, he is just Uddu, Black Uddu. And at least it’s clear where the Black comes from, as it is his color. His hair and beard were pitch black back then, and his leather clothes are still, albeit a bit worn, today. They creak with the old armchair he sits in, competing with his bones. It’s unclear who will win.
He looks into the flames of the fireplace and drinks mead with it. Homemade, of course, like most things here. Otherwise, no one could afford it.
The flames crackle cheerfully and nibble on various woods. At some point, he must have burned parts of his furniture as well. The table is missing at least one leg, and the dresser stands suspiciously crooked. It seemed like a good idea to him, but he is beginning to realize that he might see it differently tomorrow after he has slept off his hangover. But at least it smells good.
The air is filled with the scent of fine resins. Uddu put the old potpourri in the fire earlier and is very satisfied with the result. It was just sitting around anyway. There were probably vanilla pods in it too. Very pleasant and goes perfectly with the mead. Slowly, his eyes are closing, and he knows that tonight he will dream of green meadows again. It will take a few months for the green to return here, but that doesn’t matter; he has his dreams until then. And now he is resting up for the big day tomorrow…
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To say one thing upfront, there is nothing smoky about Black Uddu; the fireplace of the wooden hut works excellently and only releases the scents of the burned materials. And first, there are soft, balsamic resins, also soft, indefinable wood, and a lot of leather. Not old and worn, but rather new suede, light brown. A bit of creamy musk also comes into play, and for a brief moment, a little flower flashes, perhaps a violet. A little later, amber and vanilla appear, the latter fortunately not too dominant. The whole thing is sweet, but still bearable.
Up to this point, everything is quite nice, but nothing that I particularly liked. After two and a half hours, however, some vetiver emerges and gives the scent a slightly herbaceous freshness that suits it very well. As it progresses, not much changes; the resins and leather recede; woods, amber, and vanilla come forward, and the vetiver remains as a fresh element.
The longevity is quite good, but I find the sillage problematic, although I don’t like room-filling scents. Black Uddu becomes quite close to the body after an hour, which, as Meggi already wrote, is really very quiet. This raises the question of usability for me: on a cold autumn or winter day on the sofa just for oneself, it is well suited. If you also have a fireplace, it’s perfect…
With dark colorful thanks to Floyd and Gschpusi!
It is the day before the big reindeer festival. Or is it the night before? At this time of year, one is not so sure. And Udo certainly isn’t; he has been having some memory problems lately. It could be due to age, or alcohol, or the long night that isn’t as dark as one always thinks.
In any case, all the residents of the area have been looking forward to it since the sun said goodbye for the long polar night. So, to the reindeer festival, not the confusion that age, schnapps, or the season brings. It’s about herding reindeer with dog sleds and bringing them to the winter stalls. At least, that’s what it used to be about. Today they use snowmobiles, and the reindeer have long been in the barn and are only brought out for the occasion, they might prefer to stay inside, but they aren’t asked. So much for tradition. The consumption of a lot of homemade schnapps has remained, and Udo is, of course, part of it, like every year.
Although he is not called Udo, but Uddu. He can no longer remember exactly how that came about. The language he was unfamiliar with back then and the omnipresent schnapps might have played a role. When he thinks about it, he also doesn’t remember so well why he even came here. Excessive alcohol consumption could have played a role in this as well, that cannot be ruled out. If you know Udo, it’s quite likely.
Here, he is just Uddu, Black Uddu. And at least it’s clear where the Black comes from, as it is his color. His hair and beard were pitch black back then, and his leather clothes are still, albeit a bit worn, today. They creak with the old armchair he sits in, competing with his bones. It’s unclear who will win.
He looks into the flames of the fireplace and drinks mead with it. Homemade, of course, like most things here. Otherwise, no one could afford it.
The flames crackle cheerfully and nibble on various woods. At some point, he must have burned parts of his furniture as well. The table is missing at least one leg, and the dresser stands suspiciously crooked. It seemed like a good idea to him, but he is beginning to realize that he might see it differently tomorrow after he has slept off his hangover. But at least it smells good.
The air is filled with the scent of fine resins. Uddu put the old potpourri in the fire earlier and is very satisfied with the result. It was just sitting around anyway. There were probably vanilla pods in it too. Very pleasant and goes perfectly with the mead. Slowly, his eyes are closing, and he knows that tonight he will dream of green meadows again. It will take a few months for the green to return here, but that doesn’t matter; he has his dreams until then. And now he is resting up for the big day tomorrow…
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To say one thing upfront, there is nothing smoky about Black Uddu; the fireplace of the wooden hut works excellently and only releases the scents of the burned materials. And first, there are soft, balsamic resins, also soft, indefinable wood, and a lot of leather. Not old and worn, but rather new suede, light brown. A bit of creamy musk also comes into play, and for a brief moment, a little flower flashes, perhaps a violet. A little later, amber and vanilla appear, the latter fortunately not too dominant. The whole thing is sweet, but still bearable.
Up to this point, everything is quite nice, but nothing that I particularly liked. After two and a half hours, however, some vetiver emerges and gives the scent a slightly herbaceous freshness that suits it very well. As it progresses, not much changes; the resins and leather recede; woods, amber, and vanilla come forward, and the vetiver remains as a fresh element.
The longevity is quite good, but I find the sillage problematic, although I don’t like room-filling scents. Black Uddu becomes quite close to the body after an hour, which, as Meggi already wrote, is really very quiet. This raises the question of usability for me: on a cold autumn or winter day on the sofa just for oneself, it is well suited. If you also have a fireplace, it’s perfect…
With dark colorful thanks to Floyd and Gschpusi!
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