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The Good King
Smell for us, Emperor, smell for us! his people shouted to him when the good king was caught in the middle of all his subjects in the village square. He had not expected this request, he was embarrassed and blushed. But I am not prepared at all, he assured intimidated, so I must compose and transpire at the same time. They surely wish that I would be a fragrance to all of them as a good king, he mused, looked into all the unequal faces and tried to read their expectations
You may want the scent of noble Earl Grey, fine fruits, high quality wood, with selected spices from the ominous Orient, special blossoms of the most splendid flowers, the most luxurious leather, the most soothing vanilla, the softest incense, the most honeyed resins, the mildest mosses and the most elegant earth of the entire vast empire. He said that it should smell so colossal and royal that it was pleasing to everyone and he wanted so much that they loved him.
So the good king began to smell concentrated. Under extraordinary efforts he breathed the first spurs of yellow bergamot in black tea drops, which, together with some fruity threads of noble wood, pearled out of all his pores. Ooohh, there it went through the crowd and the king could feel the tension.
Composing was difficult for him, the focus was lost, the spices were scurrying through waves of colourful flowers, which were washed up and soon under suede, the fruit-wood, earthy resin smeared with vanilla, softened by warm incense, the style was completely lost. Oud-violet shimmered cinnamon-brown cotton wool, which the king had created like clouds, which waved gently over a place seven hours, then he was tired, the smell disappeared. He hadn't created fireworks, a part of his people had fallen asleep, you can't please everybody at the same time.
(With thanks to Kovex)
So the good king began to smell concentrated. Under extraordinary efforts he breathed the first spurs of yellow bergamot in black tea drops, which, together with some fruity threads of noble wood, pearled out of all his pores. Ooohh, there it went through the crowd and the king could feel the tension.
Composing was difficult for him, the focus was lost, the spices were scurrying through waves of colourful flowers, which were washed up and soon under suede, the fruit-wood, earthy resin smeared with vanilla, softened by warm incense, the style was completely lost. Oud-violet shimmered cinnamon-brown cotton wool, which the king had created like clouds, which waved gently over a place seven hours, then he was tired, the smell disappeared. He hadn't created fireworks, a part of his people had fallen asleep, you can't please everybody at the same time.
(With thanks to Kovex)
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