Top Notes 
Cognac
Cardamom
Clary sage
Bergamot
Pink pepper
Heart Notes 
Suede
Leather
Saffron
Freesia
Iris
Rose absolute
Base Notes 
Frankincense
Cedar
Patchouli
Sandalwood
Tonka bean
Vetiver
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WWW - Wool's Christmas Miracle
It so happened that Wool and the boys from Herne received a wake-up call in the form of a speeding violation just before Christmas. The crew was caught speeding at 150 km/h in a 30 km/h zone, half of them completely drunk, the other half merely tipsy. Only Hotte got away with it; his bike was in the shop, and he had borrowed his three-year-old grandson's electric motorcycle. Initially mocked, he was now the one laughing. Wool and the others were summoned to explain themselves, as there was little faith in the speed measurements and the blood alcohol content readings. It was unimaginable that so many grown men could be so foolish. For the Herne crew, it was no Mission Impossible.
They wanted to hear the men out, so everyone was summoned to a kind of arbitration hearing on December 24th. Wool had come up with a plan to win over the judge and stuffed beer cans into his socks and other uncomfortable places. Unfortunately, everything was found during the pat-down, which left the judge looking rather displeased and quickly made it clear to the men that he did not appreciate such attempts and was additionally puzzled as to why half of the gang could hardly sit up straight and was swaying again. When the response came that they had indulged in beer for tactical reasons before the drive here, the judge's mood did not improve.
Wool broke the ice: “Tell me, what fragrance do you have on?”
“A gift from my son, brought back from London.”
“Can I be honest? It smells to me like an Ombre Leather for fine folks, but in the end, it’s the same sweet synthetic leather stuff.”
The man sighed: “Mr. Wollny... you’re right. I only wear it because of my wife; I believe she recommended it to my son. Personally, I’m more of a Froggys Fog type.”
Udo chimed in: “That’s where I got my signature scent, Poop.”
Hotte teased: “Oh, that’s a perfume? I always thought you just smelled like that.”
“Calm down, friends!” Wool snapped.
“It’s not leather-chemical-cherry, but this warm cognac sweetens the cardamom, which still retains a bit of the spirit of cardamom, but otherwise becomes unbearably sweet and colors the leather. Here, it is of course delicate and noble and fully absorbs the scent. It reminds me most of suede. Later, it’s less sweet but just as annoyingly synthetic.”
“I know that well; it sounds like my wife after the wedding, not very sweet and annoying,” Totty remarked.
The judge continued: “Fortunately, before the headaches set in, the thing fades away. The base is not easy to identify, an unidentifiable mix of earthy to slightly sweet notes.”
“If I may give you a tip, Your Honor, check out Parfumo. That’s my favorite dating site, and they also have information on fragrances. Sometimes even really exciting blogs on topics. You’ll find better scents there, and your son should bring you something better from that Harald's next time. He must have spirits or something.”
“Yeah, thanks for the tip, are you active there too?”
“Recently again, I was banned, but now you can find me under Holle.”
“Holle?”
“Abbreviation for Hot Wool.”
“Interesting. I appreciate the tip; tomorrow is Christmas, and you tried to bribe me with beer, which I found charming. I’ll waive the penalties this time. Do you have anything else to say?”
Wool's phone went off:
“Oh...you touch my tra la la
Mmm...my ding ding dong
(Mmm!)
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
Oh...you touch my tra la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La (Mmm...my ding ding dong)
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
They wanted to hear the men out, so everyone was summoned to a kind of arbitration hearing on December 24th. Wool had come up with a plan to win over the judge and stuffed beer cans into his socks and other uncomfortable places. Unfortunately, everything was found during the pat-down, which left the judge looking rather displeased and quickly made it clear to the men that he did not appreciate such attempts and was additionally puzzled as to why half of the gang could hardly sit up straight and was swaying again. When the response came that they had indulged in beer for tactical reasons before the drive here, the judge's mood did not improve.
Wool broke the ice: “Tell me, what fragrance do you have on?”
“A gift from my son, brought back from London.”
“Can I be honest? It smells to me like an Ombre Leather for fine folks, but in the end, it’s the same sweet synthetic leather stuff.”
The man sighed: “Mr. Wollny... you’re right. I only wear it because of my wife; I believe she recommended it to my son. Personally, I’m more of a Froggys Fog type.”
Udo chimed in: “That’s where I got my signature scent, Poop.”
Hotte teased: “Oh, that’s a perfume? I always thought you just smelled like that.”
“Calm down, friends!” Wool snapped.
“It’s not leather-chemical-cherry, but this warm cognac sweetens the cardamom, which still retains a bit of the spirit of cardamom, but otherwise becomes unbearably sweet and colors the leather. Here, it is of course delicate and noble and fully absorbs the scent. It reminds me most of suede. Later, it’s less sweet but just as annoyingly synthetic.”
“I know that well; it sounds like my wife after the wedding, not very sweet and annoying,” Totty remarked.
The judge continued: “Fortunately, before the headaches set in, the thing fades away. The base is not easy to identify, an unidentifiable mix of earthy to slightly sweet notes.”
“If I may give you a tip, Your Honor, check out Parfumo. That’s my favorite dating site, and they also have information on fragrances. Sometimes even really exciting blogs on topics. You’ll find better scents there, and your son should bring you something better from that Harald's next time. He must have spirits or something.”
“Yeah, thanks for the tip, are you active there too?”
“Recently again, I was banned, but now you can find me under Holle.”
“Holle?”
“Abbreviation for Hot Wool.”
“Interesting. I appreciate the tip; tomorrow is Christmas, and you tried to bribe me with beer, which I found charming. I’ll waive the penalties this time. Do you have anything else to say?”
Wool's phone went off:
“Oh...you touch my tra la la
Mmm...my ding ding dong
(Mmm!)
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
Oh...you touch my tra la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La (Mmm...my ding ding dong)
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
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