Say what you will, but since the Richie again more in
He's changed somehow. Not only;
he's always quoting wildly - Strindberg, Brecht,
Schnitzler, Bernhard... nothing is' safe from him. Even otherwise
he seems to me somehow different.
The other day we met in our regular café and I..
i notice that he smells of something interesting
I bit closer to him and just say, "Wow!"
He looks at me in amazement.
"Gentlemen, you are good!"
"Well, I don't know...today I haven't done a good deed
"Quark! I mean, how quickly you realized that..."
"How do you like...?"
"Well, the perfume! What else?"
"I did? Fine. Well, I think it's quite good, soft and
discreet, but also somehow peculiar..."
"You dumbass, that's "Wow" by old Joop..."
Honestly am now only times briefly speechless.
Had the sometime tested and as weak
"Sure! Wow is kind of a borderline. Raynaud,
he can cross borders quite well. See also at L'Eau d'Issey.
First seemingly a harmless freshman and then a
secret powerhouse even with some edge. And
Violets he can do too. Look at Simply, there's the
Violet is as elegantly fitted as the cuts of the good Jil.
"You've got a point there..."
Now Richie's really getting into a dozing mood.
"Anyway, the wow kind of rummages in all the terrains,
but he never puts his foot in his mouth. Somehow
he always scrapes just before the curve somewhere else. Freshness
with bergamot is quickly turned with cardamom in the direction
Edible turned, but then from violets downright
verblümt, and rather tart, not directly fahrenheitig,
but in a similar spirit. Only -so that also does not remain,
because a fine spiciness or resinousness smuggles
i'm thinking of Potion, a kind of magic balm
Magic Balsam, if's de so want. In addition still forest
romanticism with some fir character. But before it's too
clear, is also circumnavigated again, now by wood and
I sniff now but again a little more closely at the good
"And without the usual 100 times-gerochene Woody-Amber-
sweetness," I add, not without very slight euphoria.
"Exactly! Almost creamy for that. Cosy one calls that but
gladly, at least in home magazines. Although the bad word
"Cashmeran on the package insert is..
"Well, in the end, such things are just words..."
"Anyway, it's also strangely versatile, you can almost always
wear, like a parka. Or a kind of shirt jacket..."
"No, the right word is rather passepartout," I
"And another thing - it's somehow neither quite synthetic
nor quite natural...rather synthetic ornatural..."
"I can understand that. Man, Richie, I think about the
i've judged too quickly..."
"Don't worry about it. You won't be real smart until you learn..
to stop falling for your own tricks."
"Where did you get that from again?"
"Never mind. What's special, by the way, is the radiation
behavior. I would not directly call sillage, the
creates more so an aura, very pleasant, never penetrating.
Subliminal, but still somewhere perceptible, an
Atmosphere of mild woody-creamy semi-sweetness, a
bit like a childhood memory of a bakery-
"Poet-Richie I shall call you from now on..."
"Just that name... "Wow", it's really uh...
slightly stupid...", I can't help but
"Maybe "Boah Ey" would have been better. If already,
"Yeah, maybe. But not as an edt or edp. Only as Absolut.
And then pronounced in German and in fashionable small
"Right. "boah ey absolut!" That's what I'm talking about..."
"Right, with an exclamation mark!"
Now he reaches into his inside pocket and pulls out..
the bottle, which is still quite full.
"Here - I'll give you this!"
"Excuse me? And you...?"
"I'll get a new one later. It doesn't cost that much."
"Really? Gentlemen... thank you!"
"You know, I always think of that line..."
"Which one do you mean?"
"Of all I had, all I had left was what I gave away..."
"Nice closing, Richie!"
"I have to say thank you, but really!"
"Aw shucks! I've got to go now... take care!"
Already he's putting on his sailor jacket, tapping
taps me on the shoulder and disappears