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Like cooking without spices
Review: Totty was banned from Wolles Eleven and successfully reintroduced himself as a Mexican motorcyclist. But that was not enough for him. He was looking for revenge. Wool should feel his anger. He should realize what it means to be robbed of your leather robe, which is almost equal to your own soul or at least the last crate of beer on a Sunday when all gas stations were closed.
For this he devised a clever plan, he only waited for the package B683. Just the doorbell rang and of course the package was there. He laughed confusedly and fiddled around with his wool vodoo doll. The clou was that there was no needle but a small beer crate which he removed from the doll's hand. Since then, wool has regularly been sitting on dry land.
Now he wanted to lure the crowd drunk but that didn't work because the Herne gang was already limited very early. So he laid a trail of beer drops from Wolle's house to the place where he had stretched the rope to catch Wool and bring it to his dungeon. The dungeon was the cellar, all in pink plush, but nobody had to know that. So he blindfolded wool.
"Where am I here? What's going on?"
"Well... that's what happens when you leave out Totty the Great. You'll be free when I get back in the gang."
"Never! You betrayed us by using unleaded scents! And the flames that flared up when you threw in your club underwear only suggested that it was being washed more often! Betrayal!"
"Okay you asked for it! Take that!"
Totty handed wool a test strip with B683.
"Oh, my God, what is this? Get it off! It smells like a dirty leather rag that has squashed plums."
"B683", Totty grinned, giggled and sprayed wool five times. "You know what you have to do."
"I'll read you what's in it, see what it's really like, ha-ha-ha-ha!"
After Totty had read everything, Wool groaned. "There's no pepper, it's much too weak, no pungency, no seasoning. And saffron with leather... well, I don't notice anything here. It only smells of plums on weak leather...that's supposed to be violets? What have they done to it...I...can hardly stand it...but you will never join us again..."
"Whatever you say. The finish is getting more and more sweet-sandalwood but very dull. Let's see what happens when I pour this into your beer
"NO!!!! You win, we take you back but leave me the innocent little bottles alone."
One week later Totty was ceremonially reinstated and was again a proud member of the dangerous Herne motorcycle crew with the drunken dolphin in their coat of arms. When Wool hesitated briefly at the handing over of the robe, Totty let the bottle of B683 flash from his trouser pocket whereupon Wool became completely different.
B683 is actually only mediocre, as it lacks any finesse, without wanting to offend anyone. The scent is linear but very bland. The leather is only faintly accentuated, pretty much every other note doesn't come through at all except this slightly sweet plumy note and after a few hours the sandalwood; also fragile. But one thing you have to keep in mind, there are far more penetrating plums with leather scents.