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Greetings with the children's mail
"Dear Thomas, today my grandmother gave me a box of a gift. I was very curious, of course. My first stationery was inside. You're the first to get a letter written on it. Funny, even counterfeit stamps were included. But Mommy said they don't really apply, so we put the letter in a second envelope with a real stamp. Grandma also gave me a few things so that I now have a real small post office: a bottle of office glue with brush, red express stickers and blue airmail stickers. Both must be torn off the roll, licked and glued on.
What was already in the box was what I liked the most, but it has also brought in scolding from Mommy. The children's postmark and your own stamp pad. I also got a red plastic stamp in which I can insert rubber letters with tweezers to make my own stamp. Unfortunately, Thomas' A is now upside down. I realized that too late. The stamping ink smells totally funny, I always smelled it, but Mummy caught me, and forbidden it. She said that I should stop, because it's definitely harmful. Maybe you can still smell it when you hold your nose close to the letter. That concludes my letter again. I look forward to your answer, see you soon, your..."
There is the concept of error memory, and there are imaginary memories that can become error memories with ongoing consolidation. Or not. As described above, it wasn't.
I am massively reminded of old stamping ink by the scent, this impression overshadows everything else. Perhaps they are memories of a visit to a print shop in childhood, or the handling of stamping ink as a child. Years later there was the event of the Vienna sabotage crew, where the scent "Cash", allegedly based on the smell of fresh dollar notes, was launched. Back then, an entire Berlin club smelled of it - like teak, waxed jackets, ink. That comes very close. After trying unsuccessfully to raise cash, I am very pleased to have found a worthy governor here.
Otherwise almost nothing happens, I can't smell the other notes, or they step back very strongly behind the generated image, later everything retreats slightly acidic. With strong durability and at least in the beginning clear perceptibility.
For me a very special, artificial fragrance, which for me does not have to be a contradiction to a natural origin. Vetiver with an earthy-tarry, but not sweet, but rather bitter-sour, but at the same time very idiosyncratic impression.
I don't even know where I could wear something like that, there's no one around your neck, it makes you feel strange. So I spray it secretly on my arm in the evening and think of a children's post office with black-green, perhaps poisonous, stamp ink. Or should I say Encre Verte? For me, the more authentic ink..