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I really gave it my all...
It so happened that a dear perfumer sent me a sample letter, from which half of the fragrances were immediately inhaled. Oh, dear. All great. Oh, great. That's not the way it was meant to be. I actually have enough fragrances and I just wanted to quickly... Because actually I don't want any new fragrances, I rather want to reduce the collection a bit. Well, you know that. The whole eigentlichs halt.
The first letter of complaint to the dear Parfuma was sent. Only great things to send but is also downright impertinent. The fragrance letter remained lying for the time being and was critically eyed.
There must be but also what you do not like, I thought to me.
You still dare to one. The Tobacco & Tonka Bean it should be. Very well.
Pffft pffft, then wait a minute. Nose to the wrist. Mmmhhh, fruity delicious! With a hint of coconut. I like. Sniff again: yes, yummy - but.... Ha! What's that? There's (finally!) a but!
My inner wallet crawls out of its cuddly corner and carefully warms up with a few stretches.
Nah, hold on a second, I better take another sniff. Oh yeah, tobacco. Lots of tobacco. Uh nope, that's too strong for me!!! The tobacco pushes its way forward and is in the front row, while the little fruits have shyly all but disappeared.
The inner purse wiggles its bum and then starts a light jog in sheer rapture (which is totally against the nature of the nose-owner, just sayin'!).
Waited some more and sniffed again: TOBACCO! Still! What are you doing!!! Indignation spreads. I don't like this, it's too much. And anyway? Who packs tobacco to delicate fruit?!
Meanwhile, of course, the inner wallet is already doing the flick flack on the big mat. In the gym. With music. Loud music. In front of an audience. Completely uninhibited.
A little out of breath, it later enjoys the thunderous applause. The rows then slowly thin out again. It takes another deep breath, goes towards the door, turns off the light, puts on the little cap on the way out - and suddenly has a wonderful scent in its nose. Immediately this one is on the wrist: what is that? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!!! What smells so devilishly good??? Spicy-wonderful tonka vanilla with a gaaanz leicht (and thus already almost appealing) tobacco veil.
Silence.
So slowly it dawns on the inner wallet. Loud stunned silence. Shock stupor, finally fainting spell.
Curtain.
What is left for me to say?
I'm not testing anything more from you, love - I'll tell you that! You're just too dangerous, laugh!
The first letter of complaint to the dear Parfuma was sent. Only great things to send but is also downright impertinent. The fragrance letter remained lying for the time being and was critically eyed.
There must be but also what you do not like, I thought to me.
You still dare to one. The Tobacco & Tonka Bean it should be. Very well.
Pffft pffft, then wait a minute. Nose to the wrist. Mmmhhh, fruity delicious! With a hint of coconut. I like. Sniff again: yes, yummy - but.... Ha! What's that? There's (finally!) a but!
My inner wallet crawls out of its cuddly corner and carefully warms up with a few stretches.
Nah, hold on a second, I better take another sniff. Oh yeah, tobacco. Lots of tobacco. Uh nope, that's too strong for me!!! The tobacco pushes its way forward and is in the front row, while the little fruits have shyly all but disappeared.
The inner purse wiggles its bum and then starts a light jog in sheer rapture (which is totally against the nature of the nose-owner, just sayin'!).
Waited some more and sniffed again: TOBACCO! Still! What are you doing!!! Indignation spreads. I don't like this, it's too much. And anyway? Who packs tobacco to delicate fruit?!
Meanwhile, of course, the inner wallet is already doing the flick flack on the big mat. In the gym. With music. Loud music. In front of an audience. Completely uninhibited.
A little out of breath, it later enjoys the thunderous applause. The rows then slowly thin out again. It takes another deep breath, goes towards the door, turns off the light, puts on the little cap on the way out - and suddenly has a wonderful scent in its nose. Immediately this one is on the wrist: what is that? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!!! What smells so devilishly good??? Spicy-wonderful tonka vanilla with a gaaanz leicht (and thus already almost appealing) tobacco veil.
Silence.
So slowly it dawns on the inner wallet. Loud stunned silence. Shock stupor, finally fainting spell.
Curtain.
What is left for me to say?
I'm not testing anything more from you, love - I'll tell you that! You're just too dangerous, laugh!
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