11/01/2021
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Raimund Rothmann-Thon went to the police station in Aicha vorm Wald. "Scan me quietly but yes, it's me!"
"Huh? What? And scan you how? We still work with index cards!"
"Okay, little hint: 1983 in Witzmannsberg. That was me. Raimund Rothmann-Thon. Arrest me for all I care."
"What the hell....? What? What are you talking about?"
"I see, you want to avoid excitement. Harald Come out, I know you're watching us!"
"Excuse me but Harald Kuheuter has been retired for ten years. Shall I inform Mr. Wensker? His successor?"
"Yes well, sure, he'll be glad that I'm in his net. Got mega secret information and want to offer him a deal."
"...Well, have a seat. He's negotiating a hot deal at sausage willy right now. Two knockwurst for the price of one."
An hour later:
"What's that smoky smell? Is anyone coking?"
"No, I'm Inspector Wensker, is my perfume today. Black Sumbawa it's called, really fine oud scent. Come with me, I'll tell you more about it over coffee and you can tell me about your story. Is it about the donkey with the limp leg from 1983?"
"Yeah right!...."
They went into Wensker's office, pulled a coffee beforehand and got excited about 1860 Munich. Then Raimund told about his long criminal career and how he had gone underground circa 30 years ago - until today.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Rothmann-Thon, let me summarize, you are a serious criminal and why are you here now? I understand you're looking to make a deal? By the way, is this you in this picture from 1983?"
"No, that's the donkey. But before I go any further, let's talk about this Black Sumbawa."
"Love to, so: this fragrance by Ensar is very layered, at first it starts off relatively smoky, while also woody and seems like it's from the jungle."
"Clearing or what?"
"No, because the wood is moist at the same time, it is mossy and earthy, it radiates tropical air conditions. You can already tell here how high quality the oud is. Comes from Borneo."
"Ah, madness, , like my maternal grandcousin too; okay but now back to my crimes. In return for helping you arrest criminals you didn't even know existed, I ask for protection from this very syndicate."
"What is the name of this organization?"
"Purple Chicken, led by the Shadow Chicken. I'll give you the first case as evidence. Check whether the pig from
Farmer Egon's pig has the sniffles."
Three weeks later:
"Sorry, we'd forgotten all about you, village fete and all. So it had the sniffles."
"I'll say it - wait, what's that smell? Black Sumbawa again?"
"Oh yeah, I've had it on for hours this time. It keeps getting smokier and darker, and just when you think the scent can't get any darker, it does. It's so diametrically opposed; on one side, dry-smoky like a matchstick. On the other, there's the wet jungle floor shining through and still nourishing the oud. Grandiose!"
"I notice it's getting subtly resinous too, seems heavy and oily now. Great what is evoked here!"
Wensker nodded.
"Ok so...wait a minute! I know this scent from where though...just where?"
"What do you mean, Mr. Rothmann-Thon?"
"No....that can't be..."
"Yes it can," a person or rather a woman in a chicken suit stepped forward. "You know too much but we poll that problem now. Wensker is bought. Hahahagagagacker! Gagagagacker! Haha!"
Black Sumbawa is an oud which like a ghost from the bottle quickens, towards the freedom and so one can see then the forests on Borneo at least transfigured may. This Ensar fragrance offers many facets, offers development without the fragrance decides on one of the facets. Black Sumbawa is for me quite "harder" than other Ouds from this region, but nevertheless class succeeded. The focus is placed next to the smoke on earthy-moist elements, highly recommended!
"Huh? What? And scan you how? We still work with index cards!"
"Okay, little hint: 1983 in Witzmannsberg. That was me. Raimund Rothmann-Thon. Arrest me for all I care."
"What the hell....? What? What are you talking about?"
"I see, you want to avoid excitement. Harald Come out, I know you're watching us!"
"Excuse me but Harald Kuheuter has been retired for ten years. Shall I inform Mr. Wensker? His successor?"
"Yes well, sure, he'll be glad that I'm in his net. Got mega secret information and want to offer him a deal."
"...Well, have a seat. He's negotiating a hot deal at sausage willy right now. Two knockwurst for the price of one."
An hour later:
"What's that smoky smell? Is anyone coking?"
"No, I'm Inspector Wensker, is my perfume today. Black Sumbawa it's called, really fine oud scent. Come with me, I'll tell you more about it over coffee and you can tell me about your story. Is it about the donkey with the limp leg from 1983?"
"Yeah right!...."
They went into Wensker's office, pulled a coffee beforehand and got excited about 1860 Munich. Then Raimund told about his long criminal career and how he had gone underground circa 30 years ago - until today.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Rothmann-Thon, let me summarize, you are a serious criminal and why are you here now? I understand you're looking to make a deal? By the way, is this you in this picture from 1983?"
"No, that's the donkey. But before I go any further, let's talk about this Black Sumbawa."
"Love to, so: this fragrance by Ensar is very layered, at first it starts off relatively smoky, while also woody and seems like it's from the jungle."
"Clearing or what?"
"No, because the wood is moist at the same time, it is mossy and earthy, it radiates tropical air conditions. You can already tell here how high quality the oud is. Comes from Borneo."
"Ah, madness, , like my maternal grandcousin too; okay but now back to my crimes. In return for helping you arrest criminals you didn't even know existed, I ask for protection from this very syndicate."
"What is the name of this organization?"
"Purple Chicken, led by the Shadow Chicken. I'll give you the first case as evidence. Check whether the pig from
Farmer Egon's pig has the sniffles."
Three weeks later:
"Sorry, we'd forgotten all about you, village fete and all. So it had the sniffles."
"I'll say it - wait, what's that smell? Black Sumbawa again?"
"Oh yeah, I've had it on for hours this time. It keeps getting smokier and darker, and just when you think the scent can't get any darker, it does. It's so diametrically opposed; on one side, dry-smoky like a matchstick. On the other, there's the wet jungle floor shining through and still nourishing the oud. Grandiose!"
"I notice it's getting subtly resinous too, seems heavy and oily now. Great what is evoked here!"
Wensker nodded.
"Ok so...wait a minute! I know this scent from where though...just where?"
"What do you mean, Mr. Rothmann-Thon?"
"No....that can't be..."
"Yes it can," a person or rather a woman in a chicken suit stepped forward. "You know too much but we poll that problem now. Wensker is bought. Hahahagagagacker! Gagagagacker! Haha!"
Black Sumbawa is an oud which like a ghost from the bottle quickens, towards the freedom and so one can see then the forests on Borneo at least transfigured may. This Ensar fragrance offers many facets, offers development without the fragrance decides on one of the facets. Black Sumbawa is for me quite "harder" than other Ouds from this region, but nevertheless class succeeded. The focus is placed next to the smoke on earthy-moist elements, highly recommended!
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