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Bübü and we
The squirrel whose humans we are is called "Bübü". A name that only children can come up with - because it's a nickname, of course, we haven't officially gotten to know each other. Nevertheless we get along very well, we humans may even live on a good piece of Bübüs precinct. The peaceful coexistence is not a problem, after all, Bübü tends to occupy the area one floor above us and also shows no visible enthusiasm for land register entries. By the way: The mole one floor below us never imagined himself by name. A mole, so to speak.
Since Bübü does not come close enough to us that I could have obtained his consent to the processing of personal data (specifically: photos) pursuant to Article 6 para. 1 lit. a DSGVO, I refer to Article 6 para. 1 lit. f DSGVO and assert a legitimate interest in the completeness of my present documentary treatise: parfumo.de/Benutzer/Meggi/Bild/133580 und .../133741.
Bübü trained us to lay two nuts on the terrace for him once or twice a day during the sparse months. It gets it (with squirrels, more exact is not to be recognized without plentifully indiscreet examination without it) then sometime individually picks up itself up, after it has carefully located the situation from the swing-scaffold before; sometimes this can be observed. Usually we don't see Bübü, but the gifts are regularly gone by the following day at the latest.
Bübu's motivation regarding nuts is only too understandable. Concerns, on the other hand, could - and we are now finally in the topic - arouse my gradually almost obsessive relationship to the appearance of alleged hazelnuts in fragrances. But we are among ourselves, here in our support group.
My curiosity about 'Vetiver Tonka' (for the rehearsal I thank Garcon!) was awakened at the time by the test of Pal Zileri's 'Viaggio d'Africa', which is rightly attested to be close to Hermès. As I progress, however, I would prefer to make a separate effort with another sparring partner.
Mr. Ellena is off to a good start: After a short solvent-like start, the sourness of the vetiver (presumably -ylacetate, possibly supported by a splash of bergamot) experiences a downright liquorice-like lycra-like turn due to the added sweetness. Haribo, not Danish Saltlakrids. Nevertheless, the idea of hazelnut gradually penetrates obediently only half a minute after spraying, initially due to the continued presence of acid rather similar to a corresponding yoghurt - although this association is not nearly as compelling as liquorice
After an hour 'Vetiver Tonka' seems a bit soapy, harsher, less sweet to me. A persistent light cheese foot speaks indeed for a contribution of bergamot. But most of all, the as-if liquorice accompanies me reliably over the course of time and this aspect led me to a parallel test with 'Contre Pouvoir'. In a direct comparison, the differences are clearer than expected, although I notice that in the Brecourt Vetiver Vetiver might play an even bigger role than I thought.
Back to the nut: Young, green hazelnuts have an olfactory creaminess which may be mirrored by musk - if the nut idea is to be further pursued against the sweetened vetiver mixture. Hmm. Up to now I had hazelnuts mainly in natural scents, which of course bend around musk. In any case, the nut smells different here, less needle-sweet than yoghurt-creamy.
The creamy addition is the final point in the differences between 'Contre Pouvoir' and today's candidate, because it is missing in the Brecourt. On the other hand, the Hermessence also seems to involve a proper ladle Ambroxan, which - to stay in the picture - shares the territory with Vetiver(-ylacetat). It can also be used to diagnose a, let's say, sweet-creamy pseudo-nut by the evening. It is questionable, of course, whether this would have been equally recognizable as such without any prior reference to it.
The nut, the nut, the nut...
I wonder if I could ask Bübü for a favor sometime I could spray 'Vetiver Tonka' (or some other nut scent) on the terrace. If Bübü should sniff the stain with interest, contrary to expectations, I will never again doubt the distillation of hazelnuts. Is it a deal? Bübü...?