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Straw fire in the city centre
I was on standby and was just cooking a supper for my crew. We were all a bit frisky when suddenly the siren went off! Butch was already yelling at me, "Hank, drop the bowl, we're goin' in!"
Let's go! A fire was reported, according to the citizen who called us, it must be burning brightly! We quickly got into our suits and then off to the cars. Everyone turned on their sirens and off we went in our fire trucks!
We drove through the night and the smoke came closer and closer. "Man, did somebody light up acres of juniper bushes or what's that smell? It's crazy!" In fact, it smelled like smoke, which had a kind of herbaceousness to it. A hint that also the berries and therefore the juniper bushes must have been on fire in their entirety. It was no smoke that was intense and glowing heat betrayed why we were all curious what kind of fire there was. We all thought of a kind of smouldering fire at that time. But we would be proved wrong.
The closer we came to the supposed location of the event, the more the smoke was lost. We wanted to turn back first, but then we made sure that we were on the right track. Now and then we came across a woody, earthy and spicy cloud of smoke, we had to be right even if the circumstances were strange.
Then we had finally arrived, the citizen who reported the smoke was already running towards us. "At last you are here! I don't know what's going on and where it's coming from! Can you smell that?" "Yes of course, but has the fire burned out yet? It is only cold and fading smoke! Then I need Pummpopf (affectionately named by the little daughter of the chief), our smoke sniffer dog!"
No sooner said than done. The dog picked up the trail, searched and searched until it finally struck. We all ran to the place, but saw no fire, no billows of smoke rising to the sky
Then we saw him: a young man, dropping a burned match and yes, that too was this smoke. That smell of cold, burnt black match. It was in the air.
"Young man! Are you responsible for the chaos here? You smell like a smoking man, too!"
"Hank, are you sure? I hardly notice anything anymore?"
"That's just it! As fading on him as the smoke itself! Case solved!"
Then the young man exclaimed... "Hands up! What's in your hand? Drop the gun!"
The young man did as he was told and put the bottle with the inscription A City on Fire on the floor.
"We've got you now, laddie," Hank growled contentedly.
A City on Fire is a successful smoky fragrance, but not as good as other fragrances that rely on smoke. In my opinion it is too harmless, too linear and not dense enough. It lacks originality. I'll stick with Broken Theories here. Especially since I am very displeased with the durability and sillage here. If smoke, then I would like to smell it as well