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04/30/2021
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The last of their kind
At first it was so beautiful! How the big raft shone in the sun and approached. Huge trees stood on the raft and in white clouds caught the wind. They had never seen anything like it. Finally the raft was close and the clouds disappeared. Smaller rafts came ashore with funny looking creatures on two legs. Just like us, they thought, and rejoiced.
But then it began. The strange creatures slew them and cooked them over fires and ate them! There had never been anything like this before and it confused them, so they watched for now. Only one of them, who was standing at the edge of the forest, had a small thought in his feathered head: this is outrageous, danger, I must warn the others!
Slowly the dodo, call him Dronte, turned and trudged over damp ferns into the undergrowth. Immediately the green twilight of the jungle enveloped him. Moist and sweet it smelled of overripe fruits and honestly also strongly of bird. So beautiful, Dronte thought to himself. And oops, now he almost slipped on a lychee. Slightly sour and sweet, the smell of the squashed lychee drifted up between his claws. It was the time of abundance in the year, when all the fruits were ripe, fell to the ground and slowly hardened there. Like all dodos, Dronte loved this time. The slightly fermented fruit was the most beautiful thing in the whole year. It was no surprise then that he momentarily lost track of what he really wanted. He guessed it was something really important, but it just wouldn't come to him. Maybe after a little snack, the memory will come back for sure, he thought to himself. The lightly fermented fruit tasted excellent, a warm feeling spread through him and his mood brightened noticeably right away. The scent of flowers was heavy and sweet in the warm, humid air. Oh, what a beautiful life it was!
Aimlessly, the small, fat dronte wandered around for several hours. Every now and then he nibbled a few fruits, always nicely on level, the most beautiful time of the year. He rubbed his feathers on the sandal tree, lay down under the bushes in the moss, took a little nap and dreamed of flying again. What he had intended to do that was important, he did not remember for a long time. After his nap he would go down to the beach again, it was always so beautiful there at this time...
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The dodo was supposedly discovered in 1598 on Mauritius by Dutch sailors. The island was uninhabited, he knew no natural enemies and therefore had no fear from the Dutch. If he had known about the eating habits of the Dutch, he might not have been quite so trusting. But it wouldn't have changed his fate much, because he couldn't fly. Evolution can be really nasty. Tragically, the dodo isn't even described as particularly tasty. But if you're at sea for weeks on end, you might see it differently. In any case, by 1690 at the latest, the subject of the dodo had been eaten.
But now to the also already extinct Dodo (2019) by Zoologist:
The start is green, terrifyingly green. Rain wet ferns, damp undergrowth, jungle comes to mind. Sweetish fruit to go with it, very ripe but not yet fermented. I can't smell individual fruits, but they are sour as well as sweet. Through all this a plump, flightless bird deppert and crushes it between its claws. And the bird smells a bit stern, animalistic, you'd think you were in an exotic bird aviary. Guanon notes in muggy air. Then there are heavy flowers. The rose is recognizable here. There you have to go through first.
After half an hour, it becomes more pleasant, fortunately. The initially violent silage recedes somewhat and everything becomes softer. Could be due to the fir balsam, but I do not explicitly smell out. This is then quite pleasant until the musk comes creamy around the corner and makes everything a bit sweeter and sultry again. Amber is probably also already involved here.
More beautiful and spicy it is then only when patch and moss join and strangely enough, I perceive only then a slightly fermented, alcoholic fruit note, which others already discover at the beginning. I don't find it as unpleasant as it might sound now though. Sandalwood and musk cream and fluff around and amber comes in as well. The base is nice and even portable.
The fragrance itself, however, I would not want to wear. Much too exhausting and I also do not want to smell like a bird, extinct or not.
Thanks to the Schalkerin!
Small literature tip: Douglas Adams, Last Chance to See / The last of their kind
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But then it began. The strange creatures slew them and cooked them over fires and ate them! There had never been anything like this before and it confused them, so they watched for now. Only one of them, who was standing at the edge of the forest, had a small thought in his feathered head: this is outrageous, danger, I must warn the others!
Slowly the dodo, call him Dronte, turned and trudged over damp ferns into the undergrowth. Immediately the green twilight of the jungle enveloped him. Moist and sweet it smelled of overripe fruits and honestly also strongly of bird. So beautiful, Dronte thought to himself. And oops, now he almost slipped on a lychee. Slightly sour and sweet, the smell of the squashed lychee drifted up between his claws. It was the time of abundance in the year, when all the fruits were ripe, fell to the ground and slowly hardened there. Like all dodos, Dronte loved this time. The slightly fermented fruit was the most beautiful thing in the whole year. It was no surprise then that he momentarily lost track of what he really wanted. He guessed it was something really important, but it just wouldn't come to him. Maybe after a little snack, the memory will come back for sure, he thought to himself. The lightly fermented fruit tasted excellent, a warm feeling spread through him and his mood brightened noticeably right away. The scent of flowers was heavy and sweet in the warm, humid air. Oh, what a beautiful life it was!
Aimlessly, the small, fat dronte wandered around for several hours. Every now and then he nibbled a few fruits, always nicely on level, the most beautiful time of the year. He rubbed his feathers on the sandal tree, lay down under the bushes in the moss, took a little nap and dreamed of flying again. What he had intended to do that was important, he did not remember for a long time. After his nap he would go down to the beach again, it was always so beautiful there at this time...
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The dodo was supposedly discovered in 1598 on Mauritius by Dutch sailors. The island was uninhabited, he knew no natural enemies and therefore had no fear from the Dutch. If he had known about the eating habits of the Dutch, he might not have been quite so trusting. But it wouldn't have changed his fate much, because he couldn't fly. Evolution can be really nasty. Tragically, the dodo isn't even described as particularly tasty. But if you're at sea for weeks on end, you might see it differently. In any case, by 1690 at the latest, the subject of the dodo had been eaten.
But now to the also already extinct Dodo (2019) by Zoologist:
The start is green, terrifyingly green. Rain wet ferns, damp undergrowth, jungle comes to mind. Sweetish fruit to go with it, very ripe but not yet fermented. I can't smell individual fruits, but they are sour as well as sweet. Through all this a plump, flightless bird deppert and crushes it between its claws. And the bird smells a bit stern, animalistic, you'd think you were in an exotic bird aviary. Guanon notes in muggy air. Then there are heavy flowers. The rose is recognizable here. There you have to go through first.
After half an hour, it becomes more pleasant, fortunately. The initially violent silage recedes somewhat and everything becomes softer. Could be due to the fir balsam, but I do not explicitly smell out. This is then quite pleasant until the musk comes creamy around the corner and makes everything a bit sweeter and sultry again. Amber is probably also already involved here.
More beautiful and spicy it is then only when patch and moss join and strangely enough, I perceive only then a slightly fermented, alcoholic fruit note, which others already discover at the beginning. I don't find it as unpleasant as it might sound now though. Sandalwood and musk cream and fluff around and amber comes in as well. The base is nice and even portable.
The fragrance itself, however, I would not want to wear. Much too exhausting and I also do not want to smell like a bird, extinct or not.
Thanks to the Schalkerin!
Small literature tip: Douglas Adams, Last Chance to See / The last of their kind
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