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Blood Brothers
My red brother Habit Rouge EdT, I greet you!
Greetings, my brother Old Gourmand! Many suns went into the country since our last reunion and today I am not alone on the way to our old shaman Guerlimo. My son, also called Habit Rouge and his sign EdP desires to join the circle of tribal leaders to one day, with Manitu's help, as my successor and chief to direct the fate of the warriors of our tribe. Jicky, the wise old squaw and the shaman Guerlimo shall show him the way!
My brother, the year of your appearance is in the mid-1960s. For many, that was the high time of the red men, immortalized in 11 film productions of the decade, today all classics like yourself. Despite the fierce but bloodless skirmishes between good and evil, peace and our unbreakable friendship always triumph on the many paths from the treasures of the Silver Lake to the Valley of the Dead. Thanks to your impressive leadership, everyone came through the stormy times well, just as the ancients foretold when they made you, Habit Rouge EdT, their chief and not the somewhat older, equally strong vetiver. While they found this one a bit too green behind the ears, they saw in you the special, the noble warrior. You are angular, edgy, harsh with an enormous welcome presence. Then you show yourself winning, mature and good-natured in your embrace. At the end, the warm-hearted tribal leader appears, to whom almost everyone is addicted by timeless, cosy magic, some call it charisma
Yes, Old Gourmand, this magic is also possessed by my son, the EdP, if not a little more pronounced, he is a fisherman of men calibrated for harmony. We are very much alike and where I show my noble side, he adds a lovely elegance and my soft, smooth EdT farewell at the EdP is really a buttery-creamy pudding that resists any attempt to nail him to the wall.
It is a long way to this end, my father, for I am just as strong as you. I start the day with fruity, fleshy oranges and then I like to pin some flowers to the squaws' tepees and during my long walks through the tents I try to win everyone's favour. Fine leather mokasins on our feet we sit close to the ground around small fires, smoke weak-vanilla peace pipes, the tomahawk stays on our belts and the empty torture pole flirts in the sun. Harmony and balance are my strength, leather and earth make me fine but not dirty, the oud is only for show and I like to take the vanilla smoke of the peace pipes on my lungs, so that this unsweet vanilla dream becomes one with me, while I still hold some flowers for the squaws in my hands.
My father, we are very much alike, but I have discarded your warlike rough edges, the attention-hunting harsh, opulent greeting, now more bitter-orange, but I have gladly kept it. Because of my charm, which radiates both comfort and grandeur in a reserved way, I, the EdP Habit Rouge, am the sovereign who wants to accompany the fairytale-like character of the red men in a leading way.
My red brothers, the competition is strong, the great warrior Derby broke years ago, the warriors Heritage and L'Instand lead noble groups and Vetiver with his son Extreme is not out of the race either. Scalps are no longer taken, so trust the advice of the elders with Jicky and Guerlimo and the advice of your friend Old Gourmand. I like many of your warriors and squaws well, but you two have grown especially close to my heart and you could both be chiefs. However, I don't see a change in leadership yet, because my blood brother Habit Rouge EdT still has a lot of potential for old age, some even say he is immortal!
"Hugh - I have spoken".
Greetings, my brother Old Gourmand! Many suns went into the country since our last reunion and today I am not alone on the way to our old shaman Guerlimo. My son, also called Habit Rouge and his sign EdP desires to join the circle of tribal leaders to one day, with Manitu's help, as my successor and chief to direct the fate of the warriors of our tribe. Jicky, the wise old squaw and the shaman Guerlimo shall show him the way!
My brother, the year of your appearance is in the mid-1960s. For many, that was the high time of the red men, immortalized in 11 film productions of the decade, today all classics like yourself. Despite the fierce but bloodless skirmishes between good and evil, peace and our unbreakable friendship always triumph on the many paths from the treasures of the Silver Lake to the Valley of the Dead. Thanks to your impressive leadership, everyone came through the stormy times well, just as the ancients foretold when they made you, Habit Rouge EdT, their chief and not the somewhat older, equally strong vetiver. While they found this one a bit too green behind the ears, they saw in you the special, the noble warrior. You are angular, edgy, harsh with an enormous welcome presence. Then you show yourself winning, mature and good-natured in your embrace. At the end, the warm-hearted tribal leader appears, to whom almost everyone is addicted by timeless, cosy magic, some call it charisma
Yes, Old Gourmand, this magic is also possessed by my son, the EdP, if not a little more pronounced, he is a fisherman of men calibrated for harmony. We are very much alike and where I show my noble side, he adds a lovely elegance and my soft, smooth EdT farewell at the EdP is really a buttery-creamy pudding that resists any attempt to nail him to the wall.
It is a long way to this end, my father, for I am just as strong as you. I start the day with fruity, fleshy oranges and then I like to pin some flowers to the squaws' tepees and during my long walks through the tents I try to win everyone's favour. Fine leather mokasins on our feet we sit close to the ground around small fires, smoke weak-vanilla peace pipes, the tomahawk stays on our belts and the empty torture pole flirts in the sun. Harmony and balance are my strength, leather and earth make me fine but not dirty, the oud is only for show and I like to take the vanilla smoke of the peace pipes on my lungs, so that this unsweet vanilla dream becomes one with me, while I still hold some flowers for the squaws in my hands.
My father, we are very much alike, but I have discarded your warlike rough edges, the attention-hunting harsh, opulent greeting, now more bitter-orange, but I have gladly kept it. Because of my charm, which radiates both comfort and grandeur in a reserved way, I, the EdP Habit Rouge, am the sovereign who wants to accompany the fairytale-like character of the red men in a leading way.
My red brothers, the competition is strong, the great warrior Derby broke years ago, the warriors Heritage and L'Instand lead noble groups and Vetiver with his son Extreme is not out of the race either. Scalps are no longer taken, so trust the advice of the elders with Jicky and Guerlimo and the advice of your friend Old Gourmand. I like many of your warriors and squaws well, but you two have grown especially close to my heart and you could both be chiefs. However, I don't see a change in leadership yet, because my blood brother Habit Rouge EdT still has a lot of potential for old age, some even say he is immortal!
"Hugh - I have spoken".
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