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Rumors about smells - Vanilla in Boucheron Jaïpur under suspicion
There was some peace and quiet in our area. After the exciting events surrounding the oudVanille perfume, the situation had relaxed and I was ready for new fragrance experiences.
Soon, however, rumors circulated about Parfumo. This was partly due to the fact that an enigmatic accident occurred on the road to the community of Boucheron, located in the Oriental district. They found, without further accident signs, a totally destroyed flacon with three empty scent sleeves at the roadside. They belonged to the fat Mrs. Rose Geranie, the strong cistus rose and her boy Labdanum, all members of a wild horde of scents that often played badly with the delicate vanilla. At the same time it is rumored that there have been manipulations on the cap and the spray head, whereby the suspicion of course quickly fell on the vanilla that had been badly bagged by the dead.
The vanilla had coped well with hospital and rehab, was enormously strengthened and full of energy. In recognition of her courage and bravery, it was even suggested that she be awarded the title of Bourbon Vanilla. Also for this reason all rumors about the smell accident and possible revenge deeds of the vanilla should be nipped in the bud fast and. She invited me and other personalities to report positively.
So I set off. The new home of vanilla is the small town of Jaïpur in the municipality of Boucheron. She lives there in the city villa of the heliotrope, the most magnificent building far and wide. The house Homme is decorated with finest heliotrops stones, in the garden small shrubs and hedges of the garden heliotrops grow in addition to small trees with southern fruits. I am greeted by a wild, very intense, fresh citrus scent and in the aftertaste it smells of vanilla, marzipan and cherry cake. Kard a Mon, the butler, opens the door and I enter, pulling the garden aroma behind me as a train. The property is well heated, it is pleasantly warm and Mr. Kard a Mon, spreading proper spice, commands me to be patient a little.
After only a short waiting time the vanilla asks for it. Leaving the fresh citrus notes behind, I enter a very cuddly lounge, the table is elegantly laid and in front of it comfortable armchairs. The vanilla greets me exuberantly, as does her new friend the powerful cinnamon and his harsh nephew the carnation. They should probably loosen up the meeting a little and provide for family ambience. There are flowers on the table, there are plenty of Spekulatius and now there's also cherry pie.
The conversation takes a long time. The atmosphere is warm and cozy, the room aromatic-spicy and full of sweet notes of cake, marzipan, caramel, almonds and of course luxuriant vanilla. In addition, warm wood tones reinforce the oriental flair and a very creamy soapiness give the meeting pleasant warmth and cultivated flawlessness. A perfect time.
So happy and with the firm intention to report only good things, I leave my host. On the way out I see through a window two miserable figures working in the garden. Remembered, they move very sluggishly and strongly bent. And aren't those chains on her feet?
Somewhat disturbed I start my return journey after about ten hours. Meanwhile I'm also sure that I recognized the fragrances Benzoe and Patchouli in the emaciated creatures. No wonder that in this state both could only be smelled discreetly on my departure. I also remembered now exactly. They were also involved in the assassination attempt on vanilla as chocolate brown boss benzoin and smoker throwing patchouli.
In the end, I decided to tell only good things about Jaïpur Homme in Boucheron and vanilla! And if there really should be something true in the rumors - now there must be punishment!
Soon, however, rumors circulated about Parfumo. This was partly due to the fact that an enigmatic accident occurred on the road to the community of Boucheron, located in the Oriental district. They found, without further accident signs, a totally destroyed flacon with three empty scent sleeves at the roadside. They belonged to the fat Mrs. Rose Geranie, the strong cistus rose and her boy Labdanum, all members of a wild horde of scents that often played badly with the delicate vanilla. At the same time it is rumored that there have been manipulations on the cap and the spray head, whereby the suspicion of course quickly fell on the vanilla that had been badly bagged by the dead.
The vanilla had coped well with hospital and rehab, was enormously strengthened and full of energy. In recognition of her courage and bravery, it was even suggested that she be awarded the title of Bourbon Vanilla. Also for this reason all rumors about the smell accident and possible revenge deeds of the vanilla should be nipped in the bud fast and. She invited me and other personalities to report positively.
So I set off. The new home of vanilla is the small town of Jaïpur in the municipality of Boucheron. She lives there in the city villa of the heliotrope, the most magnificent building far and wide. The house Homme is decorated with finest heliotrops stones, in the garden small shrubs and hedges of the garden heliotrops grow in addition to small trees with southern fruits. I am greeted by a wild, very intense, fresh citrus scent and in the aftertaste it smells of vanilla, marzipan and cherry cake. Kard a Mon, the butler, opens the door and I enter, pulling the garden aroma behind me as a train. The property is well heated, it is pleasantly warm and Mr. Kard a Mon, spreading proper spice, commands me to be patient a little.
After only a short waiting time the vanilla asks for it. Leaving the fresh citrus notes behind, I enter a very cuddly lounge, the table is elegantly laid and in front of it comfortable armchairs. The vanilla greets me exuberantly, as does her new friend the powerful cinnamon and his harsh nephew the carnation. They should probably loosen up the meeting a little and provide for family ambience. There are flowers on the table, there are plenty of Spekulatius and now there's also cherry pie.
The conversation takes a long time. The atmosphere is warm and cozy, the room aromatic-spicy and full of sweet notes of cake, marzipan, caramel, almonds and of course luxuriant vanilla. In addition, warm wood tones reinforce the oriental flair and a very creamy soapiness give the meeting pleasant warmth and cultivated flawlessness. A perfect time.
So happy and with the firm intention to report only good things, I leave my host. On the way out I see through a window two miserable figures working in the garden. Remembered, they move very sluggishly and strongly bent. And aren't those chains on her feet?
Somewhat disturbed I start my return journey after about ten hours. Meanwhile I'm also sure that I recognized the fragrances Benzoe and Patchouli in the emaciated creatures. No wonder that in this state both could only be smelled discreetly on my departure. I also remembered now exactly. They were also involved in the assassination attempt on vanilla as chocolate brown boss benzoin and smoker throwing patchouli.
In the end, I decided to tell only good things about Jaïpur Homme in Boucheron and vanilla! And if there really should be something true in the rumors - now there must be punishment!
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