08/01/2021

Ponticus
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Cock of the walk
The day begins as it often does. As a pensioner, Waldemar usually sleeps late, then has coffee, a roll, watches the news and reads a bit. A day like any other? No, because today is Sunday and Sunday is different. In the clubhouse is afternoon dance tea and he since half a year with eagerness.
For this he makes himself in advance always quite fine with suit, white shirt, colorful tie, pocket square and polished shoes. And of course Waldemar is freshly shaved and usually well scented with his tart cologne. Today, however, he is wearing a different perfume, a gift from his son.
A few weeks ago, his son came to visit once again. They then drink coffee together and eat his brought cake. Waldemar already rejoiced, because with the entrance of his offspring it suddenly smelled of fresh, juicy cherry pie finely spiced with cinnamon and vanilla. Unfortunately, there was only bland crumble cake, but the scent remained and became even thicker and warmer. His son explained that the sweet aromatic smell came from his perfume and promised to donate a bottle as "compensation". He kept his word and so it goes from now on appetizingly scented to the dance.
He likes to walk the ten minutes to the Kulturhaus and was especially pleased this time that with every step he took, a whiff of delicious, sweet cherry grits with vanilla croissants caressed his nose. On the door of the hall hangs a kitschy colorfully painted sign "Ü 60 Tanzveranstaltung" which made him smile. Waldemar is having fun, so are the ladies, and he is a much sought-after dance partner, as there is a huge surplus of women on the floor. Many women can only dance with each other, so he and the few gentlemen feel coveted like the proverbial cock of the walk! Nevertheless, he always has a queasy stomach and concentrates entirely on dancing. Waldemar, however, had already formed quite charming bonds with a single, nice lady in a chic swing dress, with whom he harmonized quite well.
The conscious lady smiled at him in a particularly friendly way at the dance today and he hoped that this was also due to his inviting scent, which by now no longer radiated so kuchig-cinnamony but rather masculine-darker after wood, vanilla and fresh tobacco. A sweet flatterer, however, he still was! So he took heart and invited "his lady" for a walk soon. Her reply, "if they smell as good again, very much so," softened his knees and sent tingling butterflies flying.
Mindful of the motivating compliment and the truly delicate smell, Waldemar first took a closer look at the perfume at home. Horses were depicted on it and Herod was its name. The heavy bottle pleased him well and he risked immediately again three sprays.
There it was again, this excellent, cherry sweetness, beautifully aromatic with cinnamon like a delicious cherry pie, plus a little peppery and carried by smoky fruit sweetness in addition. In the further course cuddly warm, at the same time also spicy and velvety smelling of wood, but above all sweetish-tart after flavoured pipe tobacco. The tobacco is quite moist-aromatic without a clear start and end point, but initially rather cherry and later vanilla flavoured. The whole room had soaked up this scent, even after hours the air was still sweet-woody, spicy-vanilla and smoky-tinged from the aromatic tobacco. The naturally appearing, dark-spicy vanilla is the guarantor for the seductive aroma and the longevity.
The common walk Waldemar now looks forward with impatience, because he is sure that this warm and flattering fragrance of the perfume also seems wonderfully suitable for cuddling!
For the accompanying ride on Herod's horses to you many thanks!
For this he makes himself in advance always quite fine with suit, white shirt, colorful tie, pocket square and polished shoes. And of course Waldemar is freshly shaved and usually well scented with his tart cologne. Today, however, he is wearing a different perfume, a gift from his son.
A few weeks ago, his son came to visit once again. They then drink coffee together and eat his brought cake. Waldemar already rejoiced, because with the entrance of his offspring it suddenly smelled of fresh, juicy cherry pie finely spiced with cinnamon and vanilla. Unfortunately, there was only bland crumble cake, but the scent remained and became even thicker and warmer. His son explained that the sweet aromatic smell came from his perfume and promised to donate a bottle as "compensation". He kept his word and so it goes from now on appetizingly scented to the dance.
He likes to walk the ten minutes to the Kulturhaus and was especially pleased this time that with every step he took, a whiff of delicious, sweet cherry grits with vanilla croissants caressed his nose. On the door of the hall hangs a kitschy colorfully painted sign "Ü 60 Tanzveranstaltung" which made him smile. Waldemar is having fun, so are the ladies, and he is a much sought-after dance partner, as there is a huge surplus of women on the floor. Many women can only dance with each other, so he and the few gentlemen feel coveted like the proverbial cock of the walk! Nevertheless, he always has a queasy stomach and concentrates entirely on dancing. Waldemar, however, had already formed quite charming bonds with a single, nice lady in a chic swing dress, with whom he harmonized quite well.
The conscious lady smiled at him in a particularly friendly way at the dance today and he hoped that this was also due to his inviting scent, which by now no longer radiated so kuchig-cinnamony but rather masculine-darker after wood, vanilla and fresh tobacco. A sweet flatterer, however, he still was! So he took heart and invited "his lady" for a walk soon. Her reply, "if they smell as good again, very much so," softened his knees and sent tingling butterflies flying.
Mindful of the motivating compliment and the truly delicate smell, Waldemar first took a closer look at the perfume at home. Horses were depicted on it and Herod was its name. The heavy bottle pleased him well and he risked immediately again three sprays.
There it was again, this excellent, cherry sweetness, beautifully aromatic with cinnamon like a delicious cherry pie, plus a little peppery and carried by smoky fruit sweetness in addition. In the further course cuddly warm, at the same time also spicy and velvety smelling of wood, but above all sweetish-tart after flavoured pipe tobacco. The tobacco is quite moist-aromatic without a clear start and end point, but initially rather cherry and later vanilla flavoured. The whole room had soaked up this scent, even after hours the air was still sweet-woody, spicy-vanilla and smoky-tinged from the aromatic tobacco. The naturally appearing, dark-spicy vanilla is the guarantor for the seductive aroma and the longevity.
The common walk Waldemar now looks forward with impatience, because he is sure that this warm and flattering fragrance of the perfume also seems wonderfully suitable for cuddling!
For the accompanying ride on Herod's horses to you many thanks!
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