With a satisfied look and her head held high she sat there and for a long, long time everything was once again as she wanted it and she alone wanted it! Part of this was that her favourite perfume, at present finely fruity and spicy with a wonderful vanilla-floral sweetness, still seemed to melt creamy on her skin. She had already applied it this morning and also gave her dear, faded husband, who had made himself comfortable lying in a long box in front of her, a proper spray of this, as he always called it, "pushy-sweet and slutty flower perfume" as a farewell gift to accompany him on his last journey. Especially and especially because he always hated Hypnotic Poison so much!
They had drifted apart for a long time and the efforts to motivate him were running more and more into the void. When he took early retirement a year ago because of his heart, it got worse and worse. No going out, no culture, no games, no travelling, only his stupid rabbits were in his head. For the breeding rabbits he did everything, for them not even crumbs remained silent because of love
The idea came to her perfume-like, but not because of the name that called it to life, no, it was the lilies of the valley. She had prepared everything well and the day was right. The neighbours were busy in the garden and the master went into the forest to collect fresh pumice for the damn rabbits. Halfway there, she shouted very loudly after him that he should bring some wild garlic leaves for tonight. He could also pick some from her garden, but there weren't so many left. As a result, he brought a handsome bouquet of wild garlic for the kitchen and a large basket of dandelions for the unloved rabbits.
In preparation for dinner she made a wonderful, slightly garlic-laden avocado cream from avocado, garlic, mozzarella, a little wild garlic and plenty of lily of the valley and autumn timeless leaves. As a topping she added several self-collected, well grated and especially rich lily of the valley flowers. All the plants grew together and into each other in the immediate vicinity of the wild garlic, in the forest the bells and in the garden the lily of the valley and the autumn timeless plant.
As so often before, the cream tasted great on toasted bread and this made him eat well. The dry red wine with it did its part. She ate only a little, especially of the cream, and caused an upset stomach, which he only acknowledged with a growl.
After a good two bottles and before any further effects could be seen, he went to bed and fell asleep well and satisfied. She was very excited and after a lot of stomach rumbling, nausea and three times vomiting with diarrhoea, she called 112 at dawn. Her husband showed no further symptoms, but did not wake up again, probably because of his heart rhythm disturbances. The final investigations by the police, based on statements by neighbours, among other things, confirmed a serious bear's garlic mix-up with death.
Thought-provoking again by the striking, intensely sweet scent of lily of the valley in her perfume, which emanated intensely from the dark blouse, she took leave with a last fleeting glance. She would not visit the grave, but had made arrangements with a grave maintenance service for the next 10 years, so that everything would be arranged as he would not have liked it. She again oriented herself towards her favourite Hypnotic Poison.
As a grave boundary and circumambulation, it should of course be the may lilies, the characteristic sweet signature of the fragrance, in addition to a fragrant wild rose in the middle, the noble counterpart in the flowery fragrance duel. Also in the middle is a place for a vase with a bouquet of jasmine and tuberose stems, which are renewed from time to time, and the branch of an almond tree, which so boldly flank the sweet-aromatic floral opulence of the perfume. For the partly fruity juiciness of the opening, a small tree is said to stand for each, plum at the head and apricot at the feet of the unloved. The very fine coconut note, spiced with allspice, which gives the beginning that special something, he wouldn't have noticed anyway, and so she is content for the long and so seductive farewell in the form of a long present, balsamic vanilla note with a small sandalwood box in which once a month a scented vanilla candle shines the last light for him
Following the funeral service, she prepared a small "last meal" for the mourners. There is gibelotte de lapin, a kind of hare pepper from the rabbit, and for the evening she had a ticket reserved for herself for the symphony concert. She has also already registered for a dance course. It starts tomorrow, just like her new life!
Until then, thank you very much and be careful if you smell Hypnotic Poison!