Rate
Collection
Classify
Notes11/13/2020
Chizza
Translated
Show original
Chizza
Top Review
37
Whether Herne or Iserlohn, the main thing is Italy
Wolle and his troop had had enough of motorcycle tours through Iserlohn and Brilon. Bella Italia should be, more precisely Southern Italy. Of course with the motorbike. They knew a chapter in Italy and they wanted to do some drunken and drunken trips with them. One had to make use of a notch, keyword: drinking contest from a horse watering place. Udo had embarrassed the troupe here last time, because he had been drunk before and he had accidentally helped the opponent with his watering place because of the confusion, also known as concussions.
The boss there was called Volfango, but everybody called him just Wollo. The Italian men also appreciated perfumes, so they wanted to see what the South had to offer in the way of perfumes. And liquor.
Unfortunately the second lockdown came in between and so we sat in the allotment garden in the wonderful Herne with a few crates of beer. Per person. For the Italian feeling there was Ramazotti, Hotte roared Azzuro and teetered threateningly asexually with her hips, there was Peroni beer. Because it rhymed so well, the crew ordered a few bottles of Terroni to go with it. Before opening a bottle, they were surprised because there were no ingredients in it. So you couldn't write off a comment on perfume under the crew deck names Chizza, Kooork, AdAstrabier or DrKrokant. Therefore I have to end the comment here. See you then.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Okay, Wool and his men tested Terroni. "Wool, what are you grilling??????? Smells like too long on the grill!"
"All right, I'll get the meat off Wait...we haven't grilled anything yet...does anyone here smell stern?"
Various members nickten.
"But I mean after smoke and flesh; not after a shower many days ago."
No more nodding.
"Then this is the Terroni." "Didn't Volfango create this?"
"Right, he helped Gualtieri when he needed an idea. He happened to drive past Woollo's garden and he was grilling his specialty. Then they talked and Wollo agreed to make a fragrance with him."
"Wasn't it that he was supposed to grill one for the Gualtieri and then he wanted to squeeze the barbecue juices into the bottle?"
"That's right, Wollo was barbecuing and drinking beer every day from morning to night for a year. So actually as usual only that this time he was paid for it."
"I perceive the smoky note, but for me it is influenced by a kind of syrup," said Totti "Well, I can't reveal the exact ingredient but you know how Wollo drinks beer and liqueur; half of it goes wrong."
"Was he actually burning wood?" "You think it's hickory wood because of the striking intensity and this strong presence. Whether it is or not, I don't know. There's also a slight hint of charcoal."
Hotte said: "I think that with time the Terroni becomes woody and distinctly spicier, moves away from the grilled leather."
"That's right, it gets earthier and spicier. That's because Wollo had once accidentally grilled his worn leather boots and there was earth underneath. This slight rubber abrasion also comes from there."
A murmur of Wolle's expertise went through the drunken crowd. Nothing more happened then and Wolle still had appointments.
"I have to go, men!" shouted Wolle when his mobile rang: "Bailando, bailando
Amigos, adios, adios, el silencio loco
Bailando, bailando
Amigos, adios, adios, el silencio loco
Si senor, efectos especiales."
The boss there was called Volfango, but everybody called him just Wollo. The Italian men also appreciated perfumes, so they wanted to see what the South had to offer in the way of perfumes. And liquor.
Unfortunately the second lockdown came in between and so we sat in the allotment garden in the wonderful Herne with a few crates of beer. Per person. For the Italian feeling there was Ramazotti, Hotte roared Azzuro and teetered threateningly asexually with her hips, there was Peroni beer. Because it rhymed so well, the crew ordered a few bottles of Terroni to go with it. Before opening a bottle, they were surprised because there were no ingredients in it. So you couldn't write off a comment on perfume under the crew deck names Chizza, Kooork, AdAstrabier or DrKrokant. Therefore I have to end the comment here. See you then.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Okay, Wool and his men tested Terroni. "Wool, what are you grilling??????? Smells like too long on the grill!"
"All right, I'll get the meat off Wait...we haven't grilled anything yet...does anyone here smell stern?"
Various members nickten.
"But I mean after smoke and flesh; not after a shower many days ago."
No more nodding.
"Then this is the Terroni." "Didn't Volfango create this?"
"Right, he helped Gualtieri when he needed an idea. He happened to drive past Woollo's garden and he was grilling his specialty. Then they talked and Wollo agreed to make a fragrance with him."
"Wasn't it that he was supposed to grill one for the Gualtieri and then he wanted to squeeze the barbecue juices into the bottle?"
"That's right, Wollo was barbecuing and drinking beer every day from morning to night for a year. So actually as usual only that this time he was paid for it."
"I perceive the smoky note, but for me it is influenced by a kind of syrup," said Totti "Well, I can't reveal the exact ingredient but you know how Wollo drinks beer and liqueur; half of it goes wrong."
"Was he actually burning wood?" "You think it's hickory wood because of the striking intensity and this strong presence. Whether it is or not, I don't know. There's also a slight hint of charcoal."
Hotte said: "I think that with time the Terroni becomes woody and distinctly spicier, moves away from the grilled leather."
"That's right, it gets earthier and spicier. That's because Wollo had once accidentally grilled his worn leather boots and there was earth underneath. This slight rubber abrasion also comes from there."
A murmur of Wolle's expertise went through the drunken crowd. Nothing more happened then and Wolle still had appointments.
"I have to go, men!" shouted Wolle when his mobile rang: "Bailando, bailando
Amigos, adios, adios, el silencio loco
Bailando, bailando
Amigos, adios, adios, el silencio loco
Si senor, efectos especiales."
24 Replies
Zebra782
Dan93
BoBoChamp
Jbl775
AngeloMani
