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The other day with the anonymous perfume addicts
Slowly I parked my car in front of the church, a few more parking spaces were already occupied. 7:25 pm, I was on time. A little bit uncertain I got out only when nobody else was to be seen. Quickly I scurried to the entrance and went inside. A sign showed me the way and so I strolled hesitantly towards the room. A somewhat older gentleman waved to me and told me to come here. I looked around to see if he meant someone else, but since I was the only one standing in the corridor it was undoubtedly me.
"Good man, now come on! We want to take off!" I hurried towards him and tapped my hat brim briefly to greet him. As there was only one seat left in the seating circle, the choice was easy. "Dear participants, now that we are all here, I would like to welcome you all. My name is Peter Rada and I can already see some new faces". At this he swung his head in my direction. So I stood up and introduced myself briefly. "My name is Chizza, just Chizza, that's a stage name, but a different story... Anyway, I'm here today because I share your problem. The cash registers are empty, the vouchers are always used up and my wife would like to slowly buy things for daily use again instead of continuing to use up all the specimens, e.g. when showering. In short: I have a perfume problem." "Thank you very much, Mr. Chizza, I would like to go into this in more detail, but first we want to listen to how the good Hank is doing. Tell me, how's the flanker problem with Boss Bottled?" "Um, let me put it this way: do you know the Aromatic, Peter? It's with myrrh." "Okay, I see we still have room for improvement. Let's get to our newcomer, tell me about it."
So I started: " Well, I have a certain problem, I like old scents. I like the Halston Z-14, the Antaeus, other classics like Bel Ami or even Pino Silvestre. Sometimes I pose as Chizza Bogart." "I know your problem. How old are you?" "Year 87 but recently I was wearing Habit Rouge and my wife was no longer sure; year 87 or 87 years old. That's when I realized: Chizza Bogart, you've got a problem. But now it comes: there I discovered this one fragrance, it's even older and it did it to me, I won't hide it from you."
"We are curious, nobody is interrupting you anyway, 30% is with the perfume dealer and even 99% on PdM. The others are engrossed in the mobile phone."
"the kneeler - Ten is. His start alone... a poem, I tell you! The full load of citrus fruits but he remains tart, I feel directly optional like my grandfather and want to buy the big bottle of Pitralon or I am James Dean. Again and again a cloud of Ten steams towards me, he quickly becomes flowery, but not tulips, but rather flowers doused with alcohol. Amazing! Those around me either turn up their noses - certainly with olfactory delight - or reach for a cognac, at least when I'm in the supermarket. And so the scent lingers on my skin for many hours. It becomes weaker but its characteristic. It never loses its characteristics. It is always slightly leathery, slightly musky and yet remains cool and tart. Then I am almost really James Dean. At least until I am done vacuuming and my wife has new tasks for me. How do I solve the problem?"
"Look, the colleague next to you, who is bouncing so confusedly back and forth next to you, owns DJ Love. Twice." "Jesus Christ!" "with a personal dedication." "The man is lost!" "That's the point. You, on the other hand, are addicted to a fragrance with an 8.0 rating. A scent that is tart and leathery and you love to smell it because it's multi-faceted. At the beginning, as you said, it's like you said. Afterwards the base becomes very intense. Really a dream! Do you understand? That's no problem. At least until you move on and consistently buy Rojas for 600 euros." "That makes sense. "That makes sense. You helped me."
I left the meeting of the anonymous perfume alcoholics, got into the car, sprayed two or three shots of Ten and continued with a smile.