He was fed up with it again. This often happened lately and he was angry with himself, because there was no one he could blame for the unpleasant situation. He understood all the precautions, isolations and distance rules, he even found everything necessary, after all he was personally very close to the risk group of Corona, but that was a hard blow. As it turned out, his holiday was lost and it stank to him!
This in the true sense of the word, because in the excitement and to calm down a bit, he had torn open his holiday perfume, which had been ready for a while, and sprayed it on. That was it. Apart from a pungent mint note and a compost heap that had been moved too soon, the smell of wet foxes in his rancid was the most noticeable, and you really don't have to have that. On top of that, his wife ran past and shouted that he should finally clean the old stinging nettle manure barrel from last year, from the garden it smelled very disreputable at the moment
Like he knew when he bought Yatagan. What does that even mean, a perfume name with a Y. He didn't like Ypsilon anyway, a letter as a word. Couldn't Y be called yp or yps like all the other sounds ce, de, em, ka, vau, zet ..., but ypsilon? And then this rotten brown colour in the bottle, the woman is probably right after all! Yes, if you're going to get upset, then do it properly.
About three days later.
The excitement had gone, the weather was sunny and he was sitting relaxed on the terrace. In the past days Yatagan had been used several times and just now two good sprayings were applied for the final scent assessment. As in the previous attempts there was no mint note, the cuckoo knows what you smell in the excitement. I don't want to decide whether to use kitchen herbs with or without a hint of celery, but I can't decide between soft, humus-rich soil, forest soil and resinous pine needles. All quite tart and dark brown like the peaty water for the whisky and Yatagan itself. But the most beautiful thing about this powerful, herbal, lavender-spicy and coarse masculine beginning is the absence of the otherwise often usual citric opening orgy.
He and his wife used to prepare their vacations well. To Scotland it should go, some hiking, whisky distilleries, country houses and royal flair, maybe even one or two small hunts, but above all a lot and wide landscape.
For him there was a new, comfortable jacket with vest, trousers (no knee-breeches) and slider cap with earflaps, of course made of Harris Tweed this time in olive-fishbone. Madame liked to orientate herself by the Queen on holiday in Scotland, in the film of the same name excellently portrayed by Helen Mirren (Oscar 2007) and looks stunning in the new, landed aristocratic understatement. In addition they treated themselves to firm, double-stitched shoes and Hunter rubber boots! And, not to forget, there was always a primeval perfume for him and a skin cream for her, because of the rough air. Madame remained perfume-like, no matter what, always at Chanel Nº5 or unscented
The emergence of the sensual leathery and also slightly animal aromas in the perfume Yatagan happens fluently in the further course. Like Don Giovanni, they seduce poor Zerlina: with great refinement, a little elegance and the same animalistic-spicy timbre that makes a little Bonaparte an emperor. Rustic whale leather, a little resinous smoke and faunal notes blend harmoniously with the persistent, earthy, herbaceous and provocative basic idea of the perfume.
Yatagan he deliberately bought for his holiday in Scotland. It should be an outdoor perfume, but not one of those green and woody smoke bombs with a citric men's hairstyle touch that he wore from time to time during walks in the woods. The decision for Yatagan was mainly based on this often praised and scented strong, animal-leathery and masculine projection. He assumed that it would be a perfect match for the wide highlands, tweed, hunting and the subsequent red work, but also for the classic, country aristocratic modesty. Also, a long, well half-day excursion had to be easily possible while retaining the scent. As it turned out after extensive testing in a relaxed atmosphere, he had not been mistaken in his choice. Only the wild, Ottoman hordes of riders with their scimitars do not really want to fit into the picture.
Thank you to all readers and a relaxing holiday whenever and wherever that may be!