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Squirrel
Konstantin loved routines. Every lunch break, he went to the park with his book at exactly noon to read a fantasy novel alone on his favorite bench. He only ever read until he could stop at the bottom right-hand corner of an even number of pages. He wasn't lonely, at least he would never admit it. He had experienced enough disappointments that had made him increasingly withdrawn from the female sex.
Lately, he could hardly concentrate on his lunchtime reading because there was this one "problem".
For several days now, he had been noticing the large areas of waste from excessive pistachio consumption. Every time he saw the shells, his comb swelled. It really offended his sense of hygiene and symmetry. Evil tongues would say he might be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.
One sunny spring day, he spotted a fresh trail. His eyes searchingly followed the line on the gravel path that led him to a sandalwood bench under shady trees.
Aha. This had to be the source of the contamination. There were hundreds of nutshells scattered in the grass in a wide arc around the bench.
He was just about to start with a rather unkind admonishment that had been building up inside him for weeks when the "squirrel" beat him to it and turned around. The loveliest creature he had ever seen smiled at him. Every word got stuck in his throat. A classic case of blackout.
In her white and pink striped dress and space buns, she reminded him of an anime doll woman. The delicate face looked as if a soft filter from old Hollywood films had been placed over it. Was it just him or did he hear violins playing?
The rustling of a bag of nuts brought him back. She fished out a pistachio and clamped it between her pearly white teeth. He inevitably winced at the crunch. The poor nut is losing its home, he thought briefly.
The nutcracker held out her hand "Jasmine" she introduced herself.
"I think you mean Beautiful Jasmine," he corrected.
Beautiful Jasmine giggled.
"Eh... is Aladdin here too?" he heard himself chuckle a little too boisterously, only to feel like an idiot the next moment. Too late, he could already feel the heat pulsing in his square skull.
Luckily, she interrupted the awkward silence. "What's your name?"
"Konstaldin"
She looked puzzled at first, only to burst out laughing the next moment.
Proud that his joke had gone down so well, he now cleared his throat to finally get to the point:
"You've eaten 392 pistachios today. And a total of 8,934 since Monday three weeks ago. Obviously you forgot to clean up."
He triumphantly held a faded net bag of nutshells under her nose.
Her laughter died away. She was speechless. Or impressed. He couldn't say for sure. Reading facial expressions was not one of his strengths, nor was knowing when to say or do the right thing at the right time and vice versa. But what he did recognize were the white blotches on her otherwise flawless face.
"You've got something there."
Faster than she could react, his index finger was already drawing on her cheek and then disappeared into his mouth.
"Ah cream. Nivea cream with paraffinum liquidum to be more precise," he analyzed.
Now she was a little embarrassed that she had handled her morning care so bunglingly. But that didn't bother her. Entranced by her almond eyes, he forgot his resolution to keep his distance from the female sex. So he took heart and asked if she would like to go out with him. That was far too complicated, replied the beautiful Jasmin, she had a food allergy. She couldn't eat anything except these nuts.
He could understand that logically and was almost embarrassed.
Due to the circumstance, they sat on the same bench day in and day out, sharing pistachios from a packet. Unfortunately, she couldn't win him over for spitting the shells wildly. He compromised by placing the net bag symmetrically near his foot so that he could aim for it.
Side note: Incidentally, they also became smarter and healthier as a result of their excessive consumption and, best of all, none of them were lonely any more. But of course Konstaldin would never admit that, nor that he would never finish reading his book.
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This Trussardi enchanted me straight away. An unobtrusive powder fragrance like the gentle smile of the spring sun. Neroli and bergamot only give a very delicate fresh breeze in the top note, the pistachio is pleasantly sweet without being sticky. Salt remains hidden from me. The fragrance is creamy from the beginning to the sandalwood finish. But I'm talking about a skin care cream, not an edible dessert. The care aspect of the fragrance is due to the beautiful jasmine, which is always harmonious and never overpowering. I perceive the sillage rather close to the skin.
Thank you dear Kalinka1973 for opening your treasure chest and sharing your love for the fragrance with me. It's like eating pistachios together under the jasmine bush.
Lately, he could hardly concentrate on his lunchtime reading because there was this one "problem".
For several days now, he had been noticing the large areas of waste from excessive pistachio consumption. Every time he saw the shells, his comb swelled. It really offended his sense of hygiene and symmetry. Evil tongues would say he might be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.
One sunny spring day, he spotted a fresh trail. His eyes searchingly followed the line on the gravel path that led him to a sandalwood bench under shady trees.
Aha. This had to be the source of the contamination. There were hundreds of nutshells scattered in the grass in a wide arc around the bench.
He was just about to start with a rather unkind admonishment that had been building up inside him for weeks when the "squirrel" beat him to it and turned around. The loveliest creature he had ever seen smiled at him. Every word got stuck in his throat. A classic case of blackout.
In her white and pink striped dress and space buns, she reminded him of an anime doll woman. The delicate face looked as if a soft filter from old Hollywood films had been placed over it. Was it just him or did he hear violins playing?
The rustling of a bag of nuts brought him back. She fished out a pistachio and clamped it between her pearly white teeth. He inevitably winced at the crunch. The poor nut is losing its home, he thought briefly.
The nutcracker held out her hand "Jasmine" she introduced herself.
"I think you mean Beautiful Jasmine," he corrected.
Beautiful Jasmine giggled.
"Eh... is Aladdin here too?" he heard himself chuckle a little too boisterously, only to feel like an idiot the next moment. Too late, he could already feel the heat pulsing in his square skull.
Luckily, she interrupted the awkward silence. "What's your name?"
"Konstaldin"
She looked puzzled at first, only to burst out laughing the next moment.
Proud that his joke had gone down so well, he now cleared his throat to finally get to the point:
"You've eaten 392 pistachios today. And a total of 8,934 since Monday three weeks ago. Obviously you forgot to clean up."
He triumphantly held a faded net bag of nutshells under her nose.
Her laughter died away. She was speechless. Or impressed. He couldn't say for sure. Reading facial expressions was not one of his strengths, nor was knowing when to say or do the right thing at the right time and vice versa. But what he did recognize were the white blotches on her otherwise flawless face.
"You've got something there."
Faster than she could react, his index finger was already drawing on her cheek and then disappeared into his mouth.
"Ah cream. Nivea cream with paraffinum liquidum to be more precise," he analyzed.
Now she was a little embarrassed that she had handled her morning care so bunglingly. But that didn't bother her. Entranced by her almond eyes, he forgot his resolution to keep his distance from the female sex. So he took heart and asked if she would like to go out with him. That was far too complicated, replied the beautiful Jasmin, she had a food allergy. She couldn't eat anything except these nuts.
He could understand that logically and was almost embarrassed.
Due to the circumstance, they sat on the same bench day in and day out, sharing pistachios from a packet. Unfortunately, she couldn't win him over for spitting the shells wildly. He compromised by placing the net bag symmetrically near his foot so that he could aim for it.
Side note: Incidentally, they also became smarter and healthier as a result of their excessive consumption and, best of all, none of them were lonely any more. But of course Konstaldin would never admit that, nor that he would never finish reading his book.
-------------------
This Trussardi enchanted me straight away. An unobtrusive powder fragrance like the gentle smile of the spring sun. Neroli and bergamot only give a very delicate fresh breeze in the top note, the pistachio is pleasantly sweet without being sticky. Salt remains hidden from me. The fragrance is creamy from the beginning to the sandalwood finish. But I'm talking about a skin care cream, not an edible dessert. The care aspect of the fragrance is due to the beautiful jasmine, which is always harmonious and never overpowering. I perceive the sillage rather close to the skin.
Thank you dear Kalinka1973 for opening your treasure chest and sharing your love for the fragrance with me. It's like eating pistachios together under the jasmine bush.
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