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Piss corner at the tank in midsummer
Alarm!
Was happy that my son was able to choose one of the scent samples smelled at home that represented him well after a few rehearsals. Wanted to give him his first real eau de toilette for Christmas. So a big deal!
Yesterday I got a splash on my wrist when I went to the perfumery. What a shock! The current reformulation smells like this to me:
In July, 15 construction workers are to tear up the road at the petrol station at a traffic junction. The boss had a falling-out with the Dixiklo company. The construction workers have to make do. You'll find a corner next to the gas station.
Today is asphalt day. It's 40 degrees. Someone's leaking gas at the gas station. I have to go to the piss corner, which has been in use for three weeks now and is busy. And that's exactly where I perceive the smell that the new Fahrenheit triggers on my skin: urine, tar, petrol, exhaust fumes and the whole thing tripled in intensity, just like in heat, but clearly dominated by the urine smell.
What the fuck are you doing? It's a bad joke. An alternative way to say goodbye to the market. An unsuccessful attempt to put another one on the gasoline smell?!
If it's the same with my son, it won't lead to success with women. Dirt I get melancholic and long for you.
I am now glad that I did not buy the 100 ml bottle, but only the smaller 50 ml bottle.
Was happy that my son was able to choose one of the scent samples smelled at home that represented him well after a few rehearsals. Wanted to give him his first real eau de toilette for Christmas. So a big deal!
Yesterday I got a splash on my wrist when I went to the perfumery. What a shock! The current reformulation smells like this to me:
In July, 15 construction workers are to tear up the road at the petrol station at a traffic junction. The boss had a falling-out with the Dixiklo company. The construction workers have to make do. You'll find a corner next to the gas station.
Today is asphalt day. It's 40 degrees. Someone's leaking gas at the gas station. I have to go to the piss corner, which has been in use for three weeks now and is busy. And that's exactly where I perceive the smell that the new Fahrenheit triggers on my skin: urine, tar, petrol, exhaust fumes and the whole thing tripled in intensity, just like in heat, but clearly dominated by the urine smell.
What the fuck are you doing? It's a bad joke. An alternative way to say goodbye to the market. An unsuccessful attempt to put another one on the gasoline smell?!
If it's the same with my son, it won't lead to success with women. Dirt I get melancholic and long for you.
I am now glad that I did not buy the 100 ml bottle, but only the smaller 50 ml bottle.
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French nostalgia
J-C d C was my father's signature scent. Thanks to the generous sample of x I can resurrect the memory of him. Pictures appear immediately. My father in his plaid trousers with blow very sovereign. Lino Ventura on a gangster hunt in Paris with his Citroen DS 20 green-metallic. My father's cousin in his black and white snakeskin ankle boots, which made him known as a representative of a widespread milieu in Saarland at the time of the miners. The appearance of my father on special occasions in Machomanier, e.g. to the product exchange with suit and tie, on family celebrations like the communions of my cousins in Sunday costume. Eating us snails, frogs and moule farcie. Red wine and savoir vivre.
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