Promesse de l'Aube Parfums MDCI 2006
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The Count is Snoring Away.
In a small old castle, in a small old park lies a small, not quite so old man next to his slightly larger young wife, snoring. The morning is dawning. She couldn't sleep all night again because of his snoring. She pinches his nose, but he just grumbles, snorts, and continues to snore. She is annoyed. Last night was again a total bust. Not even Viagra helped. They should really work on preserving the old line. He from old nobility, but impoverished, she from new money. Oh, Dad insisted that she marry him. The one with his millions! He wanted so much for her to become a “von und zu,” but sometimes she would rather just run away.
The countly husband was the last of his line. His mother, who was so noble that she yawned through her nose, still lived in the basement of the castle. She feared that the family would die out and urged her to marry a commoner for the sake of blood renewal. They were of noble inbreeding, but as it often goes after generations, the inbreeding doesn’t work well for reproduction anymore.
She gets up, throws on her satin morning robe (the old miser didn’t even spend HER money on a silk negligee). She goes to the orangery and breathes in the scent of the lemon - and orange trees. Yellow ylang-ylang flowers hang from still young trees, exuding sweetness and loveliness. Only a hint of jasmine wafts by. The sun peeks in, and she wonders what she is doing here:
With scents that quickly fade and are just sound but no smoke, like an expensive perfume that doesn’t live up to expectations.
With the boring count, who would rather play chess with his dull old uncle Gottfried (the black sheep of the family. He used to be quite the rogue. Shot off the arms of the statues in the park and performed as a drag queen), than make an effort to reproduce.
Daily tea time with Aunt Minna and her vanilla cakes! And he constantly lumbers around with that sandalwood cane, which is already quite worn out.
The next time the morning dawns and nothing has happened again, she will take a young lover and sneak a pregnancy under the old bone's vest.
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15 Comments
but good :-))
Being able to yawn through your nose is quite an art, which can be helpful in special situations. The estate must be very large, and there’s always a lot to do there, especially in the greenhouses and stables. There must be more than enough to keep busy...
Oh right, the scent seems to be mediocre.