Eterno Simone Andreoli 2016

This event would not be forgotten quickly in Herne. The newly arrived couple, the Hühnerbeins, were both protagonists and victims, and that of Wolle's gang. The fact was, first and foremost, that Mrs. Polly Hühnerbein had been held for a few days, and Wolle, dressed in an oversized purple chicken costume, cleverly pretended to be Mr. Hühnerbein's wife. Essentially, he flapped his arms, clucked excitedly, and sat on a ten-pack of eggs from the fridge. Free-range. It only became tricky when Mr. Hühnerbein craved marital affection, and Wolle had to bite the bullet, so to speak. But it was all about the coup of the year, as the Hühnerbein family had won the big prize draw from the Herne brewery. A staggering 500 liters of beer in a special edition.

But from the beginning:
Hernes Eleven participated annually in the local brewery's prize draw. Usually, one would win. This year, the newly arrived couple did not adhere to the first Herne law due to their lack of knowledge: never take Wolle away from beer. So, they had no choice but to carry out this plan. The coup was successful, and as they loaded the barrels onto the motorcycle sidecars, it happened. One barrel fell over and shattered on the ground. Immediately, Wolle and Co were on the scene, slurping up the beer like a horde of thirsty cat mouths. In the process, Totty discovered something:

“Did I accidentally lick something else off the street, or why do I feel so oriental?”
“I have that in my nose too; I thought at first it was the beer. New scent, Wolle?”
“I got splashed with another beer scent today, Eterno, and it holds up like this. I know, I know. A resinous-spicy opening, the opoponax feels sweetly woody, yes warming and even balsamic. Only a pinch of pepper seems to have been added. Almost a bit too sweet. Just like me.”

In any case, they continued to load and noticed that the scent was losing its sweet note. It became more serious with a woody base. Very smoky, but not black or gray smoke. More like enveloped by a dense white veil. Enchanting in combination with the fresh-spicy and Arabic note. Almost as beautiful as Wolle's belly dance. Maybe even more beautiful.
As the process continued, the pine resin formed a kind of cocoon for Eterno, allowing many nuances included in the resin to be perceived.
“Now that we’ve almost finished loading, I must say, I really like this slightly leathery note. Rather rough but softened by the resin. Only sometimes do extroverted facets break through, but they are also caught again by the pleasant, warm-balsamic sandalwood like in an implosion.”

“A really beautiful scent, although it strongly reminds me of Interlude, it is unfortunately less refined. Later, it also becomes too sweet. But well, let’s see.”
Suddenly, angry shouts erupted, Mr. Polly stormed towards the crowd: “Polly, what does this mean? All these men in leather clothes, some half-naked thanks to wear and ample beer bellies?”
Hotte whispered to Wolle: “Come on, your part!”
Wolle clucked a bit and seemed to pick something up off the ground. It worked.
“No, darling, really? What a surprise! I’ve always wanted to join a biker club!”
To the others, he said: “Excuse us, I’ll be right back, but first, I’m taking my chicken to the private quarters!”
Wolle looked at his men desperately, and Hot Hotte stepped forward: “Close your eyes and think of the beer; we’ll leave something behind!”

For the record: Any similarities to chicken households outside of NRW are purely coincidental. In any case, Eterno is a beautiful scent that I initially rated higher, clouded and full of euphemism. Unfortunately, the scent could not maintain that level; the coarser craftsmanship was too evident, and the less nuanced progression compared to Interlude Man. Nevertheless, I like Eterno and it is interesting for those who find Interlude too overwhelming, intrusive, or opulent.