Recently, on a rainy day at the headquarters of Wolles Eleven, also known as The Beer Tent in Kalle's Garden: they pondered on topics such as the food emergency in the Corona crisis (what kind of beer would still be sold and would you drink Kölsch if necessary?), the cancellation of the motorcycle trip to Portugal (they moved it to the Sauerland) and swung over to well-known leather perfumes. Suddenly Rudi remembered that Wolle had worked for Dior many years ago.
"Man, wool, tell me, after Fahrenheit was rather meagre."
Wool drew on his harvest 23 and then replied: "You are right, I was working on the Absolute at that time. He was hired, but he wasn't for the people." "I'd like to test it, shall we go to the perfume shop like the other day?"
"Hecki, you idiot, he was hired, he's no longer available. But I still have some samples here. We're testing. Better now when I look at Udo. He's already hanging in the ropes
"You better tell us how it went in the development, wool!"
"Sure: you know, we always pumped out the gas at the petrol stations at night, that's why Fahrenheit always smelled that way. And now it was once a colleague and I were on it at night. So off to the gas station, hijacked the Aral car and pumped it out. Now I must say it was Christmas time. The colleague and I were on the Dior 3 Wise Men team. Before that we had a gig. He was the one with the myrrh, I was the one with the incense. The colleague from the works council, the one with the gold."
"Wasn't entrusted to you, it was immediately clear!", Kalle shouted in between and everyone laughed. "No, they were chocolate gold coins."
"They were entrusted to you?" "I'd rather not say anything," said Wolle, sipping his beer. Everyone laughed except Udo, who didn't get the punch line.
"Anyway, we go to the gas station, and the colleague has myrrh falling into the stolen fuel! I dance angrily around him, the little bag of incense resin falls into my hands. So we're in trouble and haven't said anything yet. Then they put Fahrenheit together and someone says why the new incense has a slightly warm, spicy touch. If there was a new kind of Sprits." Wool paused theatrically, sucked on his cigarette, coughed and then realized that the cigarette wasn't even lit. He quickly went on
"I'll ask him what he means. Vodka rhubarb or what? He said if we two idiots put anything in there. I said, only if it smells good. Then his boss came and took us aside. He said it smelled different, it would sell for sure, we could put a bit more in and sell a flanker to Fahrenheit Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks to the myrrh, the start smelled warm and spicy, a bit strong. So it already smelled like Fahrenheit, but the petrol note was quickly replaced by myrrh and violet. That smelled a bit earthy to leafy, radiated strongly, moved towards herbaceous, so it fit."
"Why violets, wool?"
"There was nothing else in the meadow behind the lab."
Then incense and leather were to follow, but both were more visible in the background, because the violet now outshone everything and slowly became musty. Reminded me at times of my never cleaned robe. By the way, before you ask: "Leather because we got a pair of leather gloves, nice guy." "Oh, really? What do you mean, "Really?" "Oh, some guy wanted to get rid of his surgery stuff and was all grateful that we took off his gloves. He just had to get rid of the knife."
Uwe hesitated: "At night? A doctor who secretly disposes of and gives away surgical equipment somewhere else? And wears leather gloves in the operating theatre?" "I was surprised, too, but he bought us another beer, showed us his motorbike where he had stored syringes and such in the side pocket. He said he was a country doctor, so he had all this with him and in the country it's easier to get around on a motorcycle. Sounded plausible." Everyone looked at each other questioningly but didn't want to add to the confusing story.
"Then what does oriental music mean?"
"More myrrh. And some spices we just had in the kitchen. Let's face it, you don't smell much of anything except a warmer, spicier Fahrenheit." "And the oud?" "What's the matter? What is that? I can't even write this! I'm sure it's just because it was fancy!" "Oud is eagle wood, wool." "Yeah, they put some synthetic stuff in there where they thought it was woody and all the rage! One of the salesmen was already tap-dancing in his dollar bill suit."
Wool stopped, then he said: " that'll do, boys. Pass that drop over here, what is that?" "You're drinking your Bentley Intense, Wool."
Fahrenheit Absolute is - and here I feel the fragrance differently from many commentators I appreciate - by no means the better Fahrenheit. Fahrenheit Absolute is spicier, warmer and thus altogether more approachable. In general, the fanned oriental touch doesn't harmonize with Fahrenheit per se, which is why the fragrance doesn't work in my eyes, because what I like about Fahrenheit is precisely this mediated coolness and distance. The violet and myrrh unfortunately act diametrically to these notes, leather and incense play in the background, oud and oriental notes are there for me, but not intense and above all they don't lift the fragrance any more. The end sounds solid, nothing burns anymore.