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Shango and the holidays
Vacation. Shango wanted a vacation. He was content with himself, with working in the garage - he felt he deserved to escape the humid heat and the legions of mosquitoes that populated his home by the swamp. That's right - to visit Neal. Neal,...
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The rum of the octopus
The scent makes my skin crawl!
A dark, old oak barrel stands there, mossy and weathered from months at sea. Black rum is in it, sharp and with lots of ester it pops in my nose. No Spanish sugar fuzz, this is Jamaican overproof. Bags of spices...
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Way of Wood - or the way through wood
The rain had been heavy the last few days. Nature had needed it. The earth was dark, almost black and stuck to my shoe tread like a second sole. By now it had warmed up again, the sun squeezed through the old pines and I walked...
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The approaching storm
Grey the sky, the clouds dark, driven by the wind they race from each other, overtake each other and disappear on the continuous roll of eternity. The pressure rises. The barometer quivers. The air, thick to cut.
The whipped sea, an up and down,...
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Great expectations
DS Durga is coming out with a new summer scent. (Cool! Wow! Yippee!)
-It's all about vetiver. (Expectations rising)
-Scenery is set in the small French Antilles. (Expectations rise frappant)
- There are to the fragrance release as always videos...
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Shango and the explosion
Shango stood on the porch and looked out over the old work yard. The setting sun was turning the sky a glowing red. Thick mists were already wafting up from the swamps behind the sugar cane fields, breaking the light. A hot day came to an end at Shango's...
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The ÄÖS and the far-reaching consequences of a leather bag
The old dirty leather bag stood there in the corner. Crumbs of earth stuck to the worn leather.
What a curse, the deep drilling in the old zone. Constantly our troop was pulling strange things out of the earth....
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Who dances with the resin
I would like to introduce a project to you. Based on a crowdfunding the story of pernoire started. Two perfume-interested guys from my hometown Basel had the idea to develop perfumes with the help of the community. Whoever buys a perfume...
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Access Prohibited
NO ADMITTANCE sign on the door. Metal door, dented. Basement exit, spray-painted. Safrana is outside smoking. Kretek cigarettes by the smell. Let's go inside. The old cinnamon chocolate security man pours a brandy at the entrance. Rosie, the dark...
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