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Gold Man and the Magi
The other day it happened again: I was called as a doctor to the perfume institute for difficult to educate scents. I was generally regarded as a luminary in the field, which was due to the Dr. Parf. Alb. Mori. title. I had printed it out myself and my daughter had colored it in... but that's another story. Anyway, another maniac with an 80's scent had gotten high again, it must have been more than three squirts. Although it was late in the evening, they called me and I packed my things including my glasses and drove off. I didn't need the glasses but it looked smarter and I liked to play around with them during the hearings, nodded my head and usually gave a "Mhm mhh mmmh" from me. Everyone should know that I am a professional.
When I arrived, all the guards on the grounds were already walking around with breathing masks on. "Corona?" "No, the new inmate and his perfume..." That didn't bode well. I was led to him, a strong animal odour clung to him, was already streaming through the corridors. Cibet, clearly perceptible. I knew my way around, used to work in the zoo. With emperor penguins but that is not important. That's why I should do something for zoologists but that's another story and I don't want to leak the new emperor penguin perfume. I sat with the man. Well, that was a guy! But it had to be, the smell knocked me down! At first I thought it was Knize Ten, but the scent kept changing. And now I had to find out what it was. That was my job. I know it's scary, but life is no picnic.
"How did this happen, Mr....", I flipped through my notes for a moment, "Mr. Amouage?"
He looked confused "Well, the chemical spill here, or whatever they're on. Man, there's a constant stream of stuff floating around, you need a license for that!"
"These are the lilies of the valley that you perceive so strongly..."
"Yeah, sure. Let me guess, granny's flower pots are poorer too, you put jasmine and stuff in them?"
I tried to laugh cool "Yes, and Iris too..." "Oh, now I'm getting a little too much! Clearly I smell something soapy-animal what becomes darker and darker, almost earthy and cool! Surely these are not only your flowers?"
"No, I added some other ingredients... also some frankincense and myrrh." "Surely, which two of the Magi live within you? Caspar for sure, because that's what you are to me, a clown, a braggart! Who mixes all this together and from something animalistic becomes this! Something... moment... actually... very pleasing... what was in it again, the Lord?"
"Doctor, I know we live in an age where you can sense scents which are sweet, which smell like cotton candy or a beaver habitat. "It may be that I fell out of time as a child of the '80s. But don't you have to give me the scent history? My development from the animalistic with a soapy undertone to a well seasoned mixture of roses, jasmine and iris? A wonderful floral depth, which becomes even more intense with two resins? The incense very thoughtfully in the background, more a gentle ignition of the resin? And all this with the cool power of the moss, with patchy hints? Isn't that what makes a fragrance? Creativity and complexity?"
I was silent for a long time before I answered. "Well, you're right. Only who's going to wear it? You're not exactly a horse brand sugar water. And I can't taste smoky pineapple either."
"I'm not cut out for them either. You will find my followers where you will find followers of Kouros, Antaeus and what they are all called."
"My good man, you have convinced me. We are holding you unjustly, Mr. Amouage. What's that scent called, anyway?"
"Well, you were on the right track." "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You already had myrrh and frankincense," he said when leaving the room a free man. "The third gift was still missing, then you have the name!"
I was smitten with him. It took days for his perfume to escape from the interrogation room. I took off my glasses and waved them in my hand. Gold, huh?