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The robe wearer in a dream
They called him Tough Joe. Everywhere in perfume country he was known as the dark rebel with the leather robe. He was known as a raw-boned journeyman, with a mouthful of rum. Here he behaved like a pig and so he stained his robe every time he "drank" so that the leather and the rum always merged. That was his style, he was a bit proud of it when he got the partly disgusted, partly appreciative looks of his biker colleagues.
When he started with his biker gang, the grandmother quickly went off the road and the bourgeois with their fancy sledges watched that they slowly turned right. Nobody wanted to risk trouble. There he enjoyed the wind, the lifestyle, the fluttering fringes of his leather jacket. When he wasn't in his robe. That was his thing. No one could touch him. Every once in a while, he'd just hang out. He liked to spend his time with tobacco, either self-made, because all the brands, nobody could do anything about it. Just Roth Deal or Harvest23, they went. Joe was a guy, one brand!
"Yo-hoo! Food's on the table!" it echoed through the house. "I'm coming, Erna."
Jörg pulled himself up and shook off his thoughts. He played a little bit with the Harley miniature, put it away with a sigh and looked at the Sons of Anarchy poster again. The miniature had been given to him by his troop of riflemen for his anniversary a few years ago at the Bolles Klause. He smiled, let his eyes wander over Edeka's rum and quickly put in his e-cigarette with blueberry liquid.
About the fragrance: Dark Rebel is a beautiful fragrance but by no means as much leather and as fierce as they like to portray. The leather smells very good in combination with the rum, but rather charming, pleasing; rather after a club visit in the evening and you want to attract attention. The others wear sweet-spicy or a sugar water, you wear sweet leather yourself. I don't mean all this in a disrespectful way but I would like to classify the scent in a reasonable way. Dark Rebel is a dazzler somewhere, he is not a tough guy, but he would like to be one. The rum is getting weaker and weaker; it can't stand much. The tobacco is mild, the leather standard imitation leather; not a noble piece of seating furniture in a bar, more the furniture store stool.
As I said, a pleasant and beautiful fragrance. One should take it as it is. And this is not a leather bathass scent but a pleasing sweet-spicy scent with leather in it.