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I really gave it my all...
It happened that a dear Parfuma sent me a sample letter, from which half of the fragrances were immediately inhaled. Oh dear. All great. How wonderful. That wasn’t the plan. I actually have enough fragrances and just wanted to quickly… Because actually, I don’t want any new fragrances, I’d rather shrink the collection a bit. Well, you know how it is. All the actuallys, you know.
The first complaint letter to dear Parfuma was sent. But sending only great things is just downright cheeky. The fragrance letter was left lying around for a while and was critically scrutinized.
There must be something in there that you don’t like, I thought to myself.
You dare to try one more. It should be the Tobacco & Tonka Bean. Alright then.
Pffft pffft, then wait a moment. Nose to wrist. Mmmhhh, fruity delicious! With a hint of coconut. I like it. Sniff again: yes, delicious - but... Ha! What is that? Finally, there’s a but!
My inner wallet crawls out of its sulking corner and carefully warms up with a few stretches.
No, wait a moment, I’d rather sniff again. Oh yes, tobacco. A lot of tobacco. Uh no, that’s too intense for me!! The tobacco is pushing forward and stands in the front row, while the little fruits have almost shyly retreated.
The inner wallet wiggles its butt and then begins to lightly jog out of sheer delight (which is completely against the nature of the nose owner, just so you know!).
Waited a bit longer and sniffed again: TOBACCO! Still! What is this?! Outrage spreads. I don’t like that, it’s too much. And anyway? Who puts tobacco with delicate fruits?!
By now, the inner wallet is already doing flips on the big mat. In the gym. With music. Loud music. In front of an audience. Completely uninhibited.
Later, slightly out of breath, it enjoys the thunderous applause. The rows slowly clear out again. It takes a deep breath, heads towards the door, turns off the light, puts on its little hat while leaving - and suddenly has a wonderful scent in its nose. Immediately, it’s at the wrist: What is that? WHAT IS THAT, damn??! What smells so devilishly good??? Spicy-wonderful tonka vanilla with a very light (and thus almost appealing) veil of tobacco.
Silence.
Slowly, the inner wallet begins to realize. Loud, incredulous silence. Shocked stillness, finally a fainting spell.
Curtain.
What can I say?
I won’t test anything else from you, dear - I’m telling you! You’re just too dangerous, haha!
The first complaint letter to dear Parfuma was sent. But sending only great things is just downright cheeky. The fragrance letter was left lying around for a while and was critically scrutinized.
There must be something in there that you don’t like, I thought to myself.
You dare to try one more. It should be the Tobacco & Tonka Bean. Alright then.
Pffft pffft, then wait a moment. Nose to wrist. Mmmhhh, fruity delicious! With a hint of coconut. I like it. Sniff again: yes, delicious - but... Ha! What is that? Finally, there’s a but!
My inner wallet crawls out of its sulking corner and carefully warms up with a few stretches.
No, wait a moment, I’d rather sniff again. Oh yes, tobacco. A lot of tobacco. Uh no, that’s too intense for me!! The tobacco is pushing forward and stands in the front row, while the little fruits have almost shyly retreated.
The inner wallet wiggles its butt and then begins to lightly jog out of sheer delight (which is completely against the nature of the nose owner, just so you know!).
Waited a bit longer and sniffed again: TOBACCO! Still! What is this?! Outrage spreads. I don’t like that, it’s too much. And anyway? Who puts tobacco with delicate fruits?!
By now, the inner wallet is already doing flips on the big mat. In the gym. With music. Loud music. In front of an audience. Completely uninhibited.
Later, slightly out of breath, it enjoys the thunderous applause. The rows slowly clear out again. It takes a deep breath, heads towards the door, turns off the light, puts on its little hat while leaving - and suddenly has a wonderful scent in its nose. Immediately, it’s at the wrist: What is that? WHAT IS THAT, damn??! What smells so devilishly good??? Spicy-wonderful tonka vanilla with a very light (and thus almost appealing) veil of tobacco.
Silence.
Slowly, the inner wallet begins to realize. Loud, incredulous silence. Shocked stillness, finally a fainting spell.
Curtain.
What can I say?
I won’t test anything else from you, dear - I’m telling you! You’re just too dangerous, haha!
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