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Nut twilight
Summer 1997, an overnight tent party at my friend Manu's house. Manu had very liberal parents who didn't mind that various bottles of Berentzen's milk liqueur range and a few bottles of a well-known Irish toffee liqueur found their way into the orchard. After all, we were all already confirmed. Dear Josy was very enthusiastic and grabbed some. She wanted to throw all inhibitions overboard that evening and finally end up with Christoph. She poured the sweet and sticky stuff down her throat like there was no tomorrow. Christoph seemed quite taken with it and did the same. At some point, he came up with the idea of mixing Josy a delicious long drink: Baileys with apple juice. I observed, not without interest but from a safe distance, that the mixture formed funny flakes and didn't look particularly appetizing in terms of colour. However, Josy was not to be deterred and drank what Cupid had offered her with a deathly disdain. At some point, she rose from her cross-legged position. The color of her face had changed. Not necessarily to her advantage. It now somehow resembled the pale beige-green of the mixed drink she had consumed earlier. Instead of making her way to the toilet, Josy took a big lunge in the direction of my brand new igloo tent. She dropped to her knees quite quickly and at the same moment a sweet and sour gush of her stomach contents spilled out onto the previously untainted bright blue tent wall. I will never forget that smell. Thank you again, dear Josy!
With the arrival of Happy Nuts, I was able to relive this wonderful moment of my youth in all its olfactory splendor. Happy Nuts is a conglomeration of all kinds of gourmand notes that seem so randomly and inharmoniously thrown together that words fail me. I don't smell anything nutty, or at least nothing that I could associate with a pleasant nutty scent. Pungent, artificial ethyl maltol sweetness accompanies this impenetrable sweet puree. So far, so bad. If patchouli and tobacco hadn't also fallen into the mash, giving the whole thing a certain dull acidity that immediately catapults me back to 1997. Fermented chocolate sweetness. The fragrance is absolutely unwearable for me and I would be highly uncomfortable if someone smelled me like this.
No nuts for Cinderella.
ColeLiz
