Muschio Bianco

White Musk

Tesori d'Oriente

Salem:
Once upon a time, there was a silly thing named Tshajbukoshka,
which had [njemnoshka] [Akroshka] after eating - not just on the ladoshka //the palm//.
//nemnozhko [pronounced njemnoshka]: a little… Okroshka [pronounced Akroshka]: cold soup based on buttermilk or kefir…//
Tshajbukoshka: So Salem claims I once again got food all over myself. Okay. Anyway, I was showering. Since you shouldn't apply it on freshly shaved armpits, I didn't use my usual aluminum cream (Grande Amore) after showering, but reached for one of the "emergency deodorants" with alcohol.
Salem: Why do you need about ten different deodorants if you don't use any anyway?!
Tshajbukoshka: Ksch. No one chose '0' here, quiet in the cheap seats!

Tshajbukoshka held this bottle, whose purchase and contents had already been forgotten, for a deodorant (it really looks like one) and sprayed it blindly after a quick glance at "white musk."
Of course, it burned, and of course, it was also a bit too liquid for what most people understand as "deodorant." CD also makes deodorants without propellants, so Tshajbukoshka didn't think much of it at first... and besides, it’s said so unpleasantly and outdated, who wants to be beautiful must suffer!
Salem: Tshajbukoshka is not beautiful and suffers anyway. Let's also drop the "at first." AT FIRST? Tshajbukoshka never thinks about anything!
Only when the deodorant revealed associations of soapy-clean laundry detergent (or was it fabric softener?) did Tshajbukoshka become suspicious.
A slightly prickly synthetic rose made itself comfortable under the Tshajbu armpits.
Tshajbukoshka: Maybe that’s what makes others think of hairspray. This connection at least didn’t occur to me.
Salem: After all, bald heads don’t need hairspray, and Tshajbu has no hair, as all the older gentlemen on Parfumo know.
Tshajbukoshka: I am younger than the oldest cat in the world, okay?!
Salem: I’ll call animal welfare right away, that little pest is already 26, maybe someone will finally put it to sleep? Look, it’s just getting fat and senile. Today it confuses perfume with deodorant, next week it will accidentally turn on the gas tap…
Tshajbukoshka: Salem, stop talking such nonsense. Be useful instead.
Salem: Ja by pomog, no u menja lapki! (I would help, but I have paws!)
Tshajbukoshka: VAFFANCULO, Salem, vaaaaaaaffaaaaancuuuulo blin!

Salem: And if Tshajbukoshka hasn’t suffocated from its own tantrum, you can see it treating the bed linen with the steam brush every day and then applying Muschio Bianco.
Tshajbukoshka: finds it wonderfully beautiful and cozy and has probably found the best substitute for fabric softener that was banned from the T. from T. house years ago.
As a perfume, it’s not worth much, but for layering (still to be tested) and especially for bed linen, Muschio Bianco is a gentle-soft-white powder dream and definitely the better version of fabric softener.