01/14/2021
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The journey through the crazy magic forest
Sometime in the Parfumo Fairytale Forest located somewhere: an evil wizard lived here and the whole Parfumoland suffered from his tyranny. Always plotting and plotting, the inhabitants lived in fear and terror, Vracache his name. Everyone trembled at the pronunciation of his name, and not just because no one knew how to pronounce it at all. In any case, he kidnapped the king's daughter, and so the only thing left to do was to confront the darkling. But this did not succeed. Myriads of men tried unsuccessfully to storm the fortress of Vracache but his commander, who was fresh back from Laos, caused the defeat of the royal troops. In the desperate situation of the king a brave young man (me, a bit younger, more hair on my head and so on ;)) came forward and told the king that he alone would defeat the prince of darkness. The national mascot of Parfumoland appeared to him in a dream: a chicken. And it said, "Gagaack, gagaack!" Which meant, "you do it, as true as my name is a chicken! And take Bois Fou with you, super scent, you must wear it on your dare!" "All right, Polly!"
Before marching off, he formed his innermost circle around himself. Oh, before I forget: to the king, this was completely believable with the chicken vision. Logical.
His first companion was the master of the forest, the faun Floyd, who could unerringly sniff out root after root, mushroom after mushroom, leaf after leaf. One had to be careful that he did not inhale whole clods of earth from there in the forest because of his passion for scents, but otherwise one got along well with him Then he took the water nymph Mariella with him. It wasn't clear if the troupe would even see water but since Mariella always scored points with debauched tales and her legendary Aventus Batch collection, they took her.
Also, our hero was carrying a magic flower he came across while picking flowers, "oh, a beautiful chamomile!" Oh, broken one. Oh, another one!" "we're melisses, you fool, you killed my sister!" "i'm sorry about that." "that's ok, I didn't like her anyway. I'm Melissa2 and you are?" "I have the hero role here. Come on, we have to start talking about the scent." "Yeah, I can feel the eye roll already." "Yeah, me first. Let's do it this way: we formulate around each of the notes a hurdle to the goal and then we've got it." "Good idea, but who's playing the princess now? You've already burned Polly and the Mermaid." "Yeah, that was a bit premature, true. We could have a gag and make Pinseltown into it." "sounds great, Princess P., but now for the scent!"
So they marched off to the Bois Fou, the crazy forest. First they encountered a phalanx of apple trees that smelled sweetly woody, very intense, almost like blossoms. When these saw the crew, they threw apple rings at our heroes and sprayed the men, fauns, flowers and nymphs with Boss Bottled. Our faun Floyd backed away snarling but no problem. After about half an hour it no longer smelled intensely of applewood, the little flower had finished off all the trees with its chainsaw, now it was just called the Massacre Melissa. 2. "No problem, this Salva!" cried our hero. "It's Silva, you fool!" remarked the companions in unison.
This angered Vracache, and so he sent out men enchanted as pomegranate trees. This was to be noticed directly, because now it Smelled somewhat more tartly, at the same time however sweetly. It became warm and these contrasts became olfactory tangible. The scent of Bois Fou became denser, it became successively woodier so that Bois Fou became better and better. For this reason, the battle raged on forever and Vracache posed a riddle, all or nothing, to celebrate a victory or let the heroes overcome a hurdle. He asked, "who am I? I am Parfumo-verifier and yet I am not. Solve this riddle!"
While people were guessing: Wolle, DrGourmand, Wolle's alter ego Mrs. Holle, the man with the name of a Japanese anime, etc., the Faun Floyd got the idea: "I know! It's: simplyI am, and yet I am not!"
Suddenly the pomegranate trees wrapped themselves in thick mist and disappeared. All that remained was air. Well, the air chord. Whatever that is supposed to be. I mean, we breathe, air was had before, I don't know.
Anyway, there was an oak barrel in the clearing now. The way that smelled, they had fermented a lot of apples in here, made schnapps out of it and let it mature. A very nice smell indeed; no doubt Vracache knew how to smell.
I do not wish to make a great fuss, the scent now lingered thus for hours, Princess P. stayed with the terrible Vracache because of his Bond collection, Mariella the nymph had travelled all for nothing in the water barrel, our hero was already back on treasure hunt(r) for new leather scents, the faun Floyd had accidentally cut his median nerve with his Ottoman scimitar, the chicken kidnapped the uprooted balm out of sheer hunger and so we parted.
Bois Fou is a perfume of a different kind because it has very fruity wood and reminds of spirits with the addition of fruit. Really good but probably not a bottle long, you have to be in the mood for.
Before marching off, he formed his innermost circle around himself. Oh, before I forget: to the king, this was completely believable with the chicken vision. Logical.
His first companion was the master of the forest, the faun Floyd, who could unerringly sniff out root after root, mushroom after mushroom, leaf after leaf. One had to be careful that he did not inhale whole clods of earth from there in the forest because of his passion for scents, but otherwise one got along well with him Then he took the water nymph Mariella with him. It wasn't clear if the troupe would even see water but since Mariella always scored points with debauched tales and her legendary Aventus Batch collection, they took her.
Also, our hero was carrying a magic flower he came across while picking flowers, "oh, a beautiful chamomile!" Oh, broken one. Oh, another one!" "we're melisses, you fool, you killed my sister!" "i'm sorry about that." "that's ok, I didn't like her anyway. I'm Melissa2 and you are?" "I have the hero role here. Come on, we have to start talking about the scent." "Yeah, I can feel the eye roll already." "Yeah, me first. Let's do it this way: we formulate around each of the notes a hurdle to the goal and then we've got it." "Good idea, but who's playing the princess now? You've already burned Polly and the Mermaid." "Yeah, that was a bit premature, true. We could have a gag and make Pinseltown into it." "sounds great, Princess P., but now for the scent!"
So they marched off to the Bois Fou, the crazy forest. First they encountered a phalanx of apple trees that smelled sweetly woody, very intense, almost like blossoms. When these saw the crew, they threw apple rings at our heroes and sprayed the men, fauns, flowers and nymphs with Boss Bottled. Our faun Floyd backed away snarling but no problem. After about half an hour it no longer smelled intensely of applewood, the little flower had finished off all the trees with its chainsaw, now it was just called the Massacre Melissa. 2. "No problem, this Salva!" cried our hero. "It's Silva, you fool!" remarked the companions in unison.
This angered Vracache, and so he sent out men enchanted as pomegranate trees. This was to be noticed directly, because now it Smelled somewhat more tartly, at the same time however sweetly. It became warm and these contrasts became olfactory tangible. The scent of Bois Fou became denser, it became successively woodier so that Bois Fou became better and better. For this reason, the battle raged on forever and Vracache posed a riddle, all or nothing, to celebrate a victory or let the heroes overcome a hurdle. He asked, "who am I? I am Parfumo-verifier and yet I am not. Solve this riddle!"
While people were guessing: Wolle, DrGourmand, Wolle's alter ego Mrs. Holle, the man with the name of a Japanese anime, etc., the Faun Floyd got the idea: "I know! It's: simplyI am, and yet I am not!"
Suddenly the pomegranate trees wrapped themselves in thick mist and disappeared. All that remained was air. Well, the air chord. Whatever that is supposed to be. I mean, we breathe, air was had before, I don't know.
Anyway, there was an oak barrel in the clearing now. The way that smelled, they had fermented a lot of apples in here, made schnapps out of it and let it mature. A very nice smell indeed; no doubt Vracache knew how to smell.
I do not wish to make a great fuss, the scent now lingered thus for hours, Princess P. stayed with the terrible Vracache because of his Bond collection, Mariella the nymph had travelled all for nothing in the water barrel, our hero was already back on treasure hunt(r) for new leather scents, the faun Floyd had accidentally cut his median nerve with his Ottoman scimitar, the chicken kidnapped the uprooted balm out of sheer hunger and so we parted.
Bois Fou is a perfume of a different kind because it has very fruity wood and reminds of spirits with the addition of fruit. Really good but probably not a bottle long, you have to be in the mood for.
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