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Lost in the woods....
...is that scent. Hard to get, at least in the Teuton room. Maybe still available in France? I do not know, but I was allowed to receive a Pröble and delight my nose in it. Yeah, it's heavy, the Derby, heavy and dark, like the
Wood of a chest of drawers in an old palace.
And as spicy as the air in an Indian bazaar, where all kinds of spices and incense are offered for sale.
Likewise the wooden planks creak in the same palace when the landlord in boots enters the rooms with earthy soles. After he has made his daily long walk in the woods all around.
He wears a leather jacket that exudes its bitter, inky scent through the warmth of the house. The fire in the saloon is lit. It smells of beech and birch logs.
Everything is filled with a strange, velvety silence.
Only the rain can be heard outside behind the windows crackling with the heavy curtains.
Fragrances, which originate from a distant time, cross the rooms.
If you are looking for the Palais on a modern map, you will hardly find it.
But it still exists, like a time capsule.
Lost in deep woods....