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Push Me to the Limit
Yeah, yeah, I admit it. I've been wanting a running partner again for a while. Since my good friend moved away some time ago and only occasionally stops by and does a lap with me, I'm almost only alone on the road. Sometimes that is quite nice, but it can also be really boring. Good Bastian seems to have guessed that and made sure that I not only get a colleague who accompanies me on my morning runs, but also chases me with a leather whip. Hello? I didn't want to compete anymore, did I? But first things first.
Yesterday landed here a fragrance mail from Basti, which I took only this morning before my almost obligatory running round under the magnifying glass. What had the good packed me this time? I unwrapped the sample tubes and there was immediately a pervasive, violently synthetic but also actually very pleasant scent in the air. One of the tubes, Ganymede, had not been 100% sealed. So I also had a droplet of it on the finger and this droplet ballasted what the stuff holds.
Actually, I wanted to turn a comfortable round in the direction of the neighboring village and back. Far from it. Already as I stepped in front of the front door at a cool 7 degrees above zero, hit me from this tiny droplet an olfactory broadside. It smelled very good, but whew, you can't run around the place with that, I thought to myself. For as nice as this Ganymede is, even this homeopathic dose reminds you of the olfactory comeuppance you get when you enter a duty free shop at the airport, when previously sprayed quite a few things from the category of fragrances for gentlemen and those who want to be. Poor passers-by. So what to do? Fine. Off into the woods, but here in this beautiful region that always means, as our colleague from Bavaria or Austria likes to say, "auffi."
This Ganymede did not leave my side. I admit, somehow I found the climbs a little easier than usual, because I got now and then a little blow with the leather whip, while with permanently saffron threads flew into the nostrils and burned there virtually. Things that I usually perceive very intensely while running, such as cow dung (unless, of course, I'm testing an oud scent) or slightly fermented apples in the meadow orchard (ok, unless I'm testing a zoologist), I could only glimpse for a short time today. Because the handsome fellow with the synthetic club was always right next to me and seemed to be yelling, "keep going, keep going, don't get distracted by nature and stuff." So I did as I was told and had to think in part of my former coach, who was not always kind to me both on and off the tartan track, but that's beside the point here.
In the end, I made it to about 300 meters of elevation with my companion, who often made me think of an annoying song by Helene Fischer or some other well-known pop singer, and I hadn't planned it that way. When I arrived puffing on the mountain, he stood grinning behind me and presented me that day first a few very pleasant, dark, masculine and yes - also sexy - scents. I was quite taken with the guy, but how on earth are you supposed to dose it more homeopathically? And even then you have to run first 40 minutes for your life, until he finally becomes trusting?
On the way back he withdrew then so slowly. I could finally again the forest with all its olfactory impressions on me work. Only here and there popped still a tiny breath of the leather saffron synthetic.
So should I actually want to compete again someday, Ganymede would definitely be an option. With all the unwashed clothes there maybe a little more than this homeopath dose. For once, this is a scent you can completely slip into an olfactory blasi with, if you so choose. Saffron, leather and above all synthetics you should definitely like. And yes, it really does not smell bad. But for me so much too much.
Many thanks to Basti for the kick in the butt this morning. Yeah, sometimes it doesn't hurt me. The view was great!