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JimJim Raggedi Baggedi Bossadi Novadi! Wa! Di! Wa! Di! Wa!
Dear Reader,
lean back and relax, because if you are allowed to believe your friends and acquaintances, I am difficult to stop when it comes to the topic "tent camp". So I'm already thanking you for hanging on.
At the age of 11 I went to the camp for the first time. Really oldschool, without running water with thunderbolts as toilets and with a campfire every evening, during which songs were smashed out of the tent camp folder - of course with several guitars. Terrain and night terrain games, night watch and banner theft due to raids from other tent camps, camp Olympics and so much more where it it itches my fingers to accommodate it...
There in this tent camp I spent two weeks of each summer with about 90 other young people between 8 and 17 years. Every year they met there again, even if they lived so far away from each other, that for the most part they only saw each other there and within these two weeks of the year. But the fact that they saw each other there was an unwritten law for most of the approx. 90 young people. Up to the age of 17 I drove now every summer as a so-called "camprist", then from the age of 18 I "ascended" to the "Vorkommando", i.e. to the supervisors. All of them former campers, whom one had known for years, with some of whom one had spent many years in the camp and with whom one then spent these three weeks of summer there. As a pre-commando they were already there a week before the young people to set up the campground, to lift the thunder beams, to beat and erect the banner mast and last but not least to celebrate. I did the whole thing for another 8 summers.
And yes, those were those special summers and experiences. Every single one. These summers, which are still being reviewed today (which I find bitter now) as the late thirties so often and so gladly in my mind...
To the campfire: as a rule the days were, quasi on free field, megaheiß. And every day there was a tent with the task of cutting and setting up the wood for the evening campfire. Almost as unpopular as the kitchen service without running water and after being cooked in giant pots for a mere 100 people in the kitchen tent. There were even more unpopular tasks. The respective tent with the most minus points in terms of cleanliness had to add the boys' and girls' thunder beams at the end of the camp.
Back to the campfire again. This smell there in the forest during the afternoon heat and while searching for and hitting the firewood and then following it the smell of the campfire which became hot in the sun and "sweating" even before the actual ignition is one of the most beautiful and perhaps also most erotic and masculine (nature) smells at all for my feeling. Of course this (in my case not least) has to do with the links.
When I first sprayed by The Fireplace, my camp reminder drawer was immediately open. I didn't just have to think about it for a moment, I had all kinds of pictures in my head. And the campfire. I had it in my head and especially in my nose. Of course not THAT or a "real" campfire. But damn close. It's enough for the memory drawer every time I spray this scent. This campfire is also mixed with other nuances, which give the whole something smooth and surprisingly unsmoky, without the campfire romanticism too much to superimpose or even destroy. Vanilla and also Cashmeran embed themselves here unbelievably well, without cheating themselves into the foreground.
In summary, this would be a warm-creamy campfire wood that is currently being ignited.
Oh well, I had already mentioned how hot it was most of the time in these summers; I'm not going to spend the thunderstorm nights with a flooded campground and sleeping of the whole camp in the 80-man-tent, because otherwise I'd never get to the end again. I can imagine very well how grandiose By The Fireplace is in the cooler and colder seasons. I discovered it in summer and I'm wearing it while I'm writing and currently at 32 degrees in Hamburg. I find it pleasant and wearable in all temperatures and I don't feel "dressed too thick". So I am very excited about autumn and winter. Perhaps then the fireplace association will also come into being, which, however, I am not missing in any way.
And even apart from my tent camp connections, By The Fireplace remains one of the most beautiful wooden scents I know of. Although I had written something about masculinity in connection with the smell of fire earlier, By the Fireplace is absolutely unisex.
for me
In conclusion, I would like to say again: I have rarely been so much ingested by a fragrance right from the first spray. I was right at home with this scent - and he with me.
For the sake of completeness and in honour of the many, many summers with the advance command only the camp battle cry:
is missing now
"JimJim Raggedi Baggedi Bossadi Novadi!
Wa! Di! Wa! Di! Wa!
JimJim Raggedi Baggedi Bossadi Novadi!
Wa! Di! Wa! Di! Wa!
JimJim Raggedi Baggedi Bossadi Novadi!
Wa! Di! Wa! Di! Wa!
Ibbi! Bye! Ibbi! Tscha!
Ibbi Ibbi Ibbi Ibbi! Tscha Tscha Tscha!
Uh!
Fear not!"
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