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The smell of the rainbow
Dreams!
Sometimes a dream comes true
Sometimes we lose a dream And sometimes we are given a dream that heals the soul and the heart
Once upon a time there was a young man who wanted to fulfill his childhood dream. He wanted to bring a dog into his life. The destiny was that nine little Doberman puppies were born. The choice was not difficult for him. Among the nine puppies there was only one bitch. It was love at first sight for both. So he took the little bitch in his arms and carried her into his world and into his life. almost at the same time the young man got his first bottle of Jicky. He loved the perfume very much, which scented of the finest powdery and spicy lavender. The fine dusty spices mixed with warm resinous and balsamic tones of the most delicate vanilla, ambergris and tonka. And he loved this aristocratic and sublime animalism from civet which, like a cozy purr, breathed life and passion into the perfume. So Jicky became his signature scent and he wore it every day and night
Since the little bitch was still very small, the young man took her every night and put her on his bare chest to sleep. So both could hear each other's breath and feel their heartbeats. Thus a very deep bond to each other and deepest love was created. Because of the close cooperation it resulted that the fur of the bitch also smelled like Jicky. They "shared" the perfume, so to speak. Even if the young man did not wear Jicky for one day, it was still visible in the fur of the bitch. So Jicky had become not only his signature scent, but also hers. The years passed and the once small bitch became a proud and majestic animal. But not only an animal, but a soul animal! They understood each other nonverbally and without many words. They respected and respected each other and showed their love for each other every single day. And they often slept arm in arm with each other and the scent of Jicky accompanied them in their dreams. Very, very many years.
Twelve and a half wonderful years passed and the young man became a mature man in that time. He grew older and so did the proudly elegant Doberman bitch. But unfortunately much too fast! All that remained unchanged was Jicky, which connected the two like the deep love for each other. Once the man told the bitch to show him in her own way when it was time for her to go. And she showed him! So the man took her on his arms like once as a puppy already and carried her away like he took her once. And so they went together to a place from which only the man would return. To a place where the noble bitch would have no more pain. And so the man went his hardest way in life and held her in his arms until the last moment. In this moment when the bitch closed her eyes and walked over the rainbow bridge, not only a part of his heart went with her. Also Jicky left and the man never carried Jicky again. The pain and the memory was too big and his world darkened from that moment on!
Many, many years passed and the man still cried very, very often when he was alone. Too great was the pain in his heart and the loss. For ten years he avoided Jicky and everything that smelled of lavender. He still loved Jicky, but couldn't hang up without feeling a stab in his heart and getting sad. And so the memories of Jicky faded like the spicy and anal smell of Jicky himself who once accompanied him and his bitch. life went on for the man and he had managed to control the great pain and loss in his heart and soul. But it was still hidden deep inside him. So it happened that the man lay down in his bed late in the evening and closed his eyes. And he began to dream.........
The man was standing on a dusty, stony dirt road in the open countryside. It was summer and the sun shone down on him warm and soft. In the distance he saw his deceased Doberman bitch. He could see her fine elegant silhouette against the sunlight. She stood on a high, green hill. He knew immediately that it was her. She had recognized him too, it seemed, and began to run towards him slowly at first, then faster and faster in a fast gallop. The dirt road was lined with lush fields of lavender swaying in the wind and exuding their delicate spicy scent. He could smell it! The bitch came running towards him more and more. She drew a powdery trail of dust behind her on the way to him and in her elegant movements she resembled an Arabian stallion. Shortly before him she came gently to a halt. The man said not a word and looked at her only smiling in his dream. She was beautiful! Her pitch-black coat shone in the sun like black silk and he could see every single filigree muscle underneath. She too only stood there and looked at the man. She was in her very best years Majestic, proud, beautiful, noble and full of sublime grace, power and elegant animal perfection. It looked like she was smiling and the man knew she was smiling and looked deep into her amber eyes where he read that she was happy. And then he saw that she had brought him something as a gift. In her muzzle she wore a beautiful fragrant, long-stemmed red baccarat rose across her muzzle. It was her gift of eternal love, gratitude, loyalty and affection for him!
The man awoke from this dream crying with tears in his eyes and he still heard himself whispering her name. But he was not sad, but very, very happy. He knew she did not only come the long way from rainbow land to his dream to show him that she was very happy. She also wanted him to be happy again! And he knew what to do! So he brought his old signature scent back into his life. He was not afraid to hang up Jicky this time. Not anymore! And so he put it on where he liked to wear it best, on his chest. And it was just like in his dream. He smelled the fine-spicy lavender, felt the soft-balsamic warmth, the tender greeting of the rose and the elegant and anal perfection on his chest. But he also felt something else on his chest... A tender,second heartbeat beside his own!
At the end of the rainbow we meet again...
Sometimes a dream comes true
Sometimes we lose a dream And sometimes we are given a dream that heals the soul and the heart
Once upon a time there was a young man who wanted to fulfill his childhood dream. He wanted to bring a dog into his life. The destiny was that nine little Doberman puppies were born. The choice was not difficult for him. Among the nine puppies there was only one bitch. It was love at first sight for both. So he took the little bitch in his arms and carried her into his world and into his life. almost at the same time the young man got his first bottle of Jicky. He loved the perfume very much, which scented of the finest powdery and spicy lavender. The fine dusty spices mixed with warm resinous and balsamic tones of the most delicate vanilla, ambergris and tonka. And he loved this aristocratic and sublime animalism from civet which, like a cozy purr, breathed life and passion into the perfume. So Jicky became his signature scent and he wore it every day and night
Since the little bitch was still very small, the young man took her every night and put her on his bare chest to sleep. So both could hear each other's breath and feel their heartbeats. Thus a very deep bond to each other and deepest love was created. Because of the close cooperation it resulted that the fur of the bitch also smelled like Jicky. They "shared" the perfume, so to speak. Even if the young man did not wear Jicky for one day, it was still visible in the fur of the bitch. So Jicky had become not only his signature scent, but also hers. The years passed and the once small bitch became a proud and majestic animal. But not only an animal, but a soul animal! They understood each other nonverbally and without many words. They respected and respected each other and showed their love for each other every single day. And they often slept arm in arm with each other and the scent of Jicky accompanied them in their dreams. Very, very many years.
Twelve and a half wonderful years passed and the young man became a mature man in that time. He grew older and so did the proudly elegant Doberman bitch. But unfortunately much too fast! All that remained unchanged was Jicky, which connected the two like the deep love for each other. Once the man told the bitch to show him in her own way when it was time for her to go. And she showed him! So the man took her on his arms like once as a puppy already and carried her away like he took her once. And so they went together to a place from which only the man would return. To a place where the noble bitch would have no more pain. And so the man went his hardest way in life and held her in his arms until the last moment. In this moment when the bitch closed her eyes and walked over the rainbow bridge, not only a part of his heart went with her. Also Jicky left and the man never carried Jicky again. The pain and the memory was too big and his world darkened from that moment on!
Many, many years passed and the man still cried very, very often when he was alone. Too great was the pain in his heart and the loss. For ten years he avoided Jicky and everything that smelled of lavender. He still loved Jicky, but couldn't hang up without feeling a stab in his heart and getting sad. And so the memories of Jicky faded like the spicy and anal smell of Jicky himself who once accompanied him and his bitch. life went on for the man and he had managed to control the great pain and loss in his heart and soul. But it was still hidden deep inside him. So it happened that the man lay down in his bed late in the evening and closed his eyes. And he began to dream.........
The man was standing on a dusty, stony dirt road in the open countryside. It was summer and the sun shone down on him warm and soft. In the distance he saw his deceased Doberman bitch. He could see her fine elegant silhouette against the sunlight. She stood on a high, green hill. He knew immediately that it was her. She had recognized him too, it seemed, and began to run towards him slowly at first, then faster and faster in a fast gallop. The dirt road was lined with lush fields of lavender swaying in the wind and exuding their delicate spicy scent. He could smell it! The bitch came running towards him more and more. She drew a powdery trail of dust behind her on the way to him and in her elegant movements she resembled an Arabian stallion. Shortly before him she came gently to a halt. The man said not a word and looked at her only smiling in his dream. She was beautiful! Her pitch-black coat shone in the sun like black silk and he could see every single filigree muscle underneath. She too only stood there and looked at the man. She was in her very best years Majestic, proud, beautiful, noble and full of sublime grace, power and elegant animal perfection. It looked like she was smiling and the man knew she was smiling and looked deep into her amber eyes where he read that she was happy. And then he saw that she had brought him something as a gift. In her muzzle she wore a beautiful fragrant, long-stemmed red baccarat rose across her muzzle. It was her gift of eternal love, gratitude, loyalty and affection for him!
The man awoke from this dream crying with tears in his eyes and he still heard himself whispering her name. But he was not sad, but very, very happy. He knew she did not only come the long way from rainbow land to his dream to show him that she was very happy. She also wanted him to be happy again! And he knew what to do! So he brought his old signature scent back into his life. He was not afraid to hang up Jicky this time. Not anymore! And so he put it on where he liked to wear it best, on his chest. And it was just like in his dream. He smelled the fine-spicy lavender, felt the soft-balsamic warmth, the tender greeting of the rose and the elegant and anal perfection on his chest. But he also felt something else on his chest... A tender,second heartbeat beside his own!
At the end of the rainbow we meet again...
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