05/23/2020
Pollita
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A normal Sunday at the fire station
Already at six o'clock in the morning on this Sunday morning, the first alarm throws the chief fire chief Kunze out of his feathers. There is to be a fire in an allotment garden settlement. Together with his men, the cozy firefighter sets out, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "So early already", he thinks to himself. But on a Sunday in the warm summer month of July, it can always happen that a barbecue or campfire has caused a fire on the dry ground. Having arrived in the allotment gardens, he can clearly hear the smell of burnt wood and charcoal, but there is no fire anywhere. "We had a barbecue last night and at a late hour we were still sitting around the campfire and singing songs," Walter Schmidt, one of the allotment gardeners, explains to him. In his garden there is also a very intense smell of spices, which the enthusiastic hobby cook draws himself with his green thumb. Since the fire has been out for a long time, Kunze and his men drive back to the station.
But there is no time for coffee and breakfast: Once again the siren sounds loudly. The village church should be reached. "A fire in the church", wonders the chief fire chief. Once there, he notices a strong, coked and slightly sweetish smell. Even more intense than before in the garden. The source is also quickly found and it is by no means a fire. Father Matzke eagerly waves his incense burner. Together with the ethereal incense the smell of glowing coals unfolds. He gives our good main fire chief some more wise words of the Lord and returns to his congregation while Kunze drives back to the fire station.
The rest of the day is quiet, but in the evening the men have to move out a third time. This time the pensioner Albert is said to be on fire, as the chief fire chief is told. So let's go to the housing estate. Already from a distance Kunze perceives a dark smoky and slightly sweetish smell. Albert and his wife are sitting comfortably in the garden, where the pensioner is smoking his pipe. The tobacco is refined with sweet vanilla aromas. Here too, the firemen search in vain for a fire and are allowed to say goodbye in their well-earned retirement.
Broken Theories inspired me to write this little story, because in the first moment I sniff burnt wood with incense and think of a campfire that burned for a long time and eventually went out. Broken Theories creates for my nose exactly the authentic smell of something burnt. When applied to the skin, however, the scent becomes very soft and warm and the vanilla and tobacco tones come through. On my husband it smells very homely and with time you think more of a cosy pipe or a smoking man at Christmas time.
At the moment, of course, it's completely the wrong time of year for such a fragrance, but it's during the cold season that Broken Theories shows its strengths. Anyone who likes incense, no matter in which form, will love Broken Theories. One of the most authentic smoke scents I have ever come across. A suitable fragrance also for all those who find By the Fireplace by Margiela far too sweet. Because here the smoke wins and the vanilla tones always remain in the background. I'm afraid I'll have to give my husband a bottle one day, because he's blown away. And I always think a bit about 911, one of my current favourite series, when I smell the fragrance.
Many thanks to Chizza for getting to know me and to Caligari for another test possibility.
But there is no time for coffee and breakfast: Once again the siren sounds loudly. The village church should be reached. "A fire in the church", wonders the chief fire chief. Once there, he notices a strong, coked and slightly sweetish smell. Even more intense than before in the garden. The source is also quickly found and it is by no means a fire. Father Matzke eagerly waves his incense burner. Together with the ethereal incense the smell of glowing coals unfolds. He gives our good main fire chief some more wise words of the Lord and returns to his congregation while Kunze drives back to the fire station.
The rest of the day is quiet, but in the evening the men have to move out a third time. This time the pensioner Albert is said to be on fire, as the chief fire chief is told. So let's go to the housing estate. Already from a distance Kunze perceives a dark smoky and slightly sweetish smell. Albert and his wife are sitting comfortably in the garden, where the pensioner is smoking his pipe. The tobacco is refined with sweet vanilla aromas. Here too, the firemen search in vain for a fire and are allowed to say goodbye in their well-earned retirement.
Broken Theories inspired me to write this little story, because in the first moment I sniff burnt wood with incense and think of a campfire that burned for a long time and eventually went out. Broken Theories creates for my nose exactly the authentic smell of something burnt. When applied to the skin, however, the scent becomes very soft and warm and the vanilla and tobacco tones come through. On my husband it smells very homely and with time you think more of a cosy pipe or a smoking man at Christmas time.
At the moment, of course, it's completely the wrong time of year for such a fragrance, but it's during the cold season that Broken Theories shows its strengths. Anyone who likes incense, no matter in which form, will love Broken Theories. One of the most authentic smoke scents I have ever come across. A suitable fragrance also for all those who find By the Fireplace by Margiela far too sweet. Because here the smoke wins and the vanilla tones always remain in the background. I'm afraid I'll have to give my husband a bottle one day, because he's blown away. And I always think a bit about 911, one of my current favourite series, when I smell the fragrance.
Many thanks to Chizza for getting to know me and to Caligari for another test possibility.
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