FrauHolle

Where's the latest shit?
Where's that?
Where does that happen?
Where's the merger?
Where is fashion?
Where's music?
Where is architecture?
I see some prints, some posters, but that's not it
Bauhaus, what is this? They will be a hundred years old next year
I can't talk about it anymore.
It must go on.
Where are the magazines, where is the inspiration?
Where is Augmented Reality?
Where's all this?
Where is the Oculus Rift glasses?
It's all such a comfort zone

When the fire in the fireplace gets colder, you should start emptying a petrol can on the embers. Then you have to go out, into the forest, and get wood
It's the same with culture, you can't expect news to fly into your mouth like that, you have to get out and work, you have to look, you have to go to the mine, you have to slave away, you can't find the things otherwise!

And all of this can only be done with coffee!
Coffee, Sounds & Smoke.

Here's the thing: Crime scene film crew is in town, and guess whose laundromat the crew is cleaning the blood (ketchup!) stains out of their clothes in. Yeah, right
So which perfume fits exactly into this exciting washing time? Yes, exactly

Catering, first camera-wife, daughter of the director, director, co-director, assistant director(+1), actor-driver, sound, prop mistress(+1), and one who wouldn't tell me what she was doing (Holle/Tatort-Portfolio by relevance) were quite taken with my scented aura, and felt inspired to finally make the Hamburg-Tatort good&exciting.
(Broadcast, spring 2022) You'll see.

In view of the fact that I have more or less washed back my radio licence fees (formerly GEZ) ((of several years)) today alone, it was and is my concern and obligation to give something back in the second spin cycle of empathy;
And if it just flushes the invisible, ghostly inspiration through scent, into a goose-pimple, full-moon, addictive inspiration into the crime scene (and coal into my shop), then my job is done.

Very, very dear, washy greetings,
Your wife, Dr. Holle..

Film idea for the Bautzen thriller (1 part):

Corpse has mustard all over his face, markings around the corpse are made of mustard, investigators spoon mustard during the investigation, drive to the Aral sausage quiver for breakfast, prosecutor is thinking about mustard parties whether gardeners grow mustard seeds.

The autopsy revealed that the victim had several wounds on his knees, elbows and rump, indicating a fall at the scene of the crime, on a trail of oil, egg yolk, vinegar, salt and a touch of MUSTARD. Does the perpetrator here cleverly want to distract from himself?

(Prof.Dr. Luke Mostrich from Maastricht disturbs the search.)

The KSK*, from the big city, is supposed to support the case energetically after TSK* and LSK* were at the end of their Latin.
*) Kühne special unit, *) Thomy special squad, *) Lion Special Commando

Latest findings in the case: female corpse was involved with a certain Heinz. Rumour has it, behind shaky curtains, that the relationship was complicated. One saw the unequal couple together only happy and frolicsome at the ikea hot-dog pumps.

Mysterious about-turn: Mustard is being withdrawn from supermarkets all over Bautzen; allegedly because of excessive, tear-irritating isothiocyanate doses.
The criminal investigation department cannot differentiate well enough by exclusion procedures, WESWEGEN the population howls.

Alain Dijon, an ex-lover of the victim, speaks out: she sent him, wrongly, across the white sausage equator, to where the pepper grows.

Under acute suspicion is the local baker, Dietmar (Diddi) Doppelkorn, who always allows himself the small, but sneaky fun of filling the advocaat Berliners with mustard at "Buy 3 pay 2 actions". The situation splashes over!

A friendly beekeeper of the dead felt shamelessly exploited and passed over when one day she stood in front of his door, undoubtedly filling his sling with Bautzen mustard and then using the dip to brush his salmon.

Dramatic music sounds from the loudspeakers: Mustard Sally (O.S.T.)
You Take My Mustard, You Take My Mustard Control
I Promise My Mustard, I Promise I Wait For You
It Mustard Been Love

All by my mustard
Don't wanna be
All by my mustard
Anymore

Yes, sorry, Mr Meleg, but people here MUST be warned about the (about you?)
Quite similar Wrong-Inhalt-Gerücht holds itself namely bravely also to your cat perfume.

Just the facts: Old sample had, THX, Aquamonza (but please leave him alone now, he wants to and should keep his 20ml) Birch Tar ordered, Ori. in/from Vancouver, got some bullshit with sauce, something that smells REALLY ZERO (in numbers: 0) of tar, complained, SUPERCULANT and NET receive a new/new batch, which is COMPLETELY OTHERWISE RIGHT! WTF!?!?!?

MELEG, WHAT IS THERE LOS BY YOU! ?11! ?

1x the wrong sticker, by mistake, stick it on the bottle, this can happen to everyone.
But this here is a double faux pas, and cannot and must not be accepted as a single faux pas.
All of Europe is now warned with this comment. I will delete it as soon as you have found the right recipe, or the birch tar, or have found yourself again.

About the fragrance: So if you get the very first, real bottle, the whole thing smells really great; namely, as it says on it, birch tar, bissi leather, sweetly richly interpreted. (that can't be so difficult).

It's a pity. I would have loved to have had him and loved him so much.

Did you get a slap on the wrist for that difficult-to-kill animal thing?
Don't worry, it's still in here, the animalics in the dermusk; it's a good deal, but don't ask for sunshine. And Honey is in there too, but you can't smell it until you read the sticker, the label, again very carefully. Then you can smell it, it's like this, it's like this

It's stupid if you read the bottle label and then you don't smell anything of what's written on it. Then you start doubting yourself (very bad experience), if you were a blind buyer, you might think: Well, it's supposed to smell like that, but if you are for example in a perfume forum, where there are other crazy people who are so crazy to spray perfume samples, i.e. bottlings of your fragrance, into such small vials and send them on to others, as a kind of testing in advance, and then you, as the other, find out: NOPE! It doesn't smell like before, from the bottle, and finally I know what I smell, and then I realize, wait a minute, there's something completely different inside, isn't there? The perfumer must have made a big mistake Then you always think about it, even if it's a completely different scent, and not Honey Bunny Musk (it's very beautiful, don't get it wrong) but 1 purchase would be fatal, because the bottle that arrives then, it might not smell like the sample, and this self-doubt thing starts all over again, and THAT WILL NOT BE ANYONE!

But, about the scent, which has been the subject of my worst nightmares lately, is here, with this text, which, God knows, could and should have dealt much longer and more intensively with the scent of Honey & Deermusk, because after all we are discussing perfumes here, not meant at all; I will probably have to go into this much further later on.
So in my next commentary, shortly, on "Birch Tar", read what I really and actually think of him & you.

Best regards,
Your wife Holle