06/02/2020
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The Turkish weekly market
Corona had been forgotten in the meantime and the Germans were again seized by the wanderlust. So it went also Jochen and Marlies who went to Turkey, a little bit more exactly to Anatolia. Here they were, the holiday destinations of the 5-star all-inclusive friends
Today we had a bus trip to the nearest town and as it turned out, there was a weekly market today.
So it turned out that despite numerous holidays in Turkey, both strolled over a market for the first time and perceived the impressions, also of an olfactory nature. The first focal point was a fruit seller who had piled up mountains of apples. Some had fallen to the ground and were now releasing their dry sweetness, Jochen had to think of dried fruit.
As both went on like this and the apple still floated in the air but now stepped back a little, they passed a stand where it smoked and smelled slightly oily and resinous. They inquired in English what was being offered for sale here. Incense was said by the man who, according to his own information, is travelling in Turkey during the holiday season, otherwise lives in Bochum and they switched to German.
"I never knew incense could smell so sweet," said Jochen. "This note comes from the spilled apple juice and I think the colleague from the date stand also has a hand in it." Jochen looked up in surprise and they walked towards the date stand.
As a buyer in a German supermarket, you were surprised by the variety of dates. "These are not the Tunisian, slightly dry dates!"
The seller reacted routinely to Marlies' exclamation. "No, we sell juicier and more full-bodied dates here, namely the large, dark and strong Medjool dates and the creamy-caramel dates from Saudi Arabia. "Ah, that's why it smells so finely of sweetish dates," Jochen casually remarked.
After having stocked up here as well, a break was taken. The two holidaymakers paid tribute to the climatic conditions, which undoubtedly had an effect on the food. Everything seemed to be so warm and therefore expressed itself in the scent more intensive and pungent than in the local areas. Whereby pungent is not meant negatively. So they sat there until a man with a donkey and camel stopped in front of them. Obviously he was out for the tourists, his donkey wore a sombrero, his camel was dressed in a classic oriental style with fez on his head. The leather armchairs, charged with heat and quite worn out, steamed in the warm climate, and so Marlies and Helmut waved this olfactory note around, which joined in with the smells and especially with incense.
Finally, one went to the "sweet" stands, which Marlies saw already at the beginning, but whose scents did not really catch. Only the honey was constantly peeking out like someone passing by the door and not wanting to be discovered. As if he would direct the other scents. Liquid honeys were sold respectively whole combs, no creamy honeys. Besides the honey dealer, there was also the one with the traditional oriental desserts, the lokum. Now that they saw it, the two tourists of course knew this sweetness, but compared to all the other impressions it did not smell.
Suddenly there was a crash next to you. Another merchant had a mishap; he stumbled, loaded with a sack of cocoa powder, and landed in a multitude of honeycombs, which immediately absorbed the cocoa. This led to another scent experience, through which a kind of liquid-bitter sweetness accumulated in the air.
With this last impression, the two tourists went back to their tour group, which was already waiting at the bus. The incense and some spices had passed away in their clothes so that this memory remained a little bit.
So it turned out that despite numerous holidays in Turkey, both strolled over a market for the first time and perceived the impressions, also of an olfactory nature. The first focal point was a fruit seller who had piled up mountains of apples. Some had fallen to the ground and were now releasing their dry sweetness, Jochen had to think of dried fruit.
As both went on like this and the apple still floated in the air but now stepped back a little, they passed a stand where it smoked and smelled slightly oily and resinous. They inquired in English what was being offered for sale here. Incense was said by the man who, according to his own information, is travelling in Turkey during the holiday season, otherwise lives in Bochum and they switched to German.
"I never knew incense could smell so sweet," said Jochen. "This note comes from the spilled apple juice and I think the colleague from the date stand also has a hand in it." Jochen looked up in surprise and they walked towards the date stand.
As a buyer in a German supermarket, you were surprised by the variety of dates. "These are not the Tunisian, slightly dry dates!"
The seller reacted routinely to Marlies' exclamation. "No, we sell juicier and more full-bodied dates here, namely the large, dark and strong Medjool dates and the creamy-caramel dates from Saudi Arabia. "Ah, that's why it smells so finely of sweetish dates," Jochen casually remarked.
After having stocked up here as well, a break was taken. The two holidaymakers paid tribute to the climatic conditions, which undoubtedly had an effect on the food. Everything seemed to be so warm and therefore expressed itself in the scent more intensive and pungent than in the local areas. Whereby pungent is not meant negatively. So they sat there until a man with a donkey and camel stopped in front of them. Obviously he was out for the tourists, his donkey wore a sombrero, his camel was dressed in a classic oriental style with fez on his head. The leather armchairs, charged with heat and quite worn out, steamed in the warm climate, and so Marlies and Helmut waved this olfactory note around, which joined in with the smells and especially with incense.
Finally, one went to the "sweet" stands, which Marlies saw already at the beginning, but whose scents did not really catch. Only the honey was constantly peeking out like someone passing by the door and not wanting to be discovered. As if he would direct the other scents. Liquid honeys were sold respectively whole combs, no creamy honeys. Besides the honey dealer, there was also the one with the traditional oriental desserts, the lokum. Now that they saw it, the two tourists of course knew this sweetness, but compared to all the other impressions it did not smell.
Suddenly there was a crash next to you. Another merchant had a mishap; he stumbled, loaded with a sack of cocoa powder, and landed in a multitude of honeycombs, which immediately absorbed the cocoa. This led to another scent experience, through which a kind of liquid-bitter sweetness accumulated in the air.
With this last impression, the two tourists went back to their tour group, which was already waiting at the bus. The incense and some spices had passed away in their clothes so that this memory remained a little bit.
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