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The mulled wine job
Wolle and his men were once again guests in their run-down pub. They laughed, drank beer from the Ruhrpott and at some point hoisted Udo into a taxi, after he had already slept two hours drunk on the sanitary facilities. In addition, Totty was put into a taxi to the hospital, he had tried to create a cyclops face while playing billiards with some success. So far it was a normal evening. Suddenly Wool took his leave, it was just one o'clock in the morning.
"Boys," said Hajo, the landlord, "what's the matter with your boss? Again he's only staying till one o'clock? On two legs again? running?? Is this some kind of fast?"
"Oh, he must have his reasons. Maybe it's because of Ilse."
"Nenene, he smells lately also always so...like fresh from Christmas market after longer stay at the mulled wine stand. Doesn't he drink so much beer anymore?"
"But it's spring, where would he get that from? Don't worry, Hajo!"
"Well....represent me at the tap sometime, Hotte. But don't drink so much for nothing, you scoundrels!"
So Hajo followed Wolle, who suddenly didn't seem to stagger at all. Strangely straight and normal step Wolle moved forward. Was he...about...sober? Now Hajo was really worried. Wolle...the man was single-handedly paying Hajo's rent, that couldn't be. Was Wolle cheating on him? Suddenly, Wolle made his way towards an office complex, then stopped in front of a building. Stealthily he looked around, then darted inside. Hajo trailed behind, barely making it. Gently and at a distance he followed Wolle. Wolle went into an office and what Hajo saw there horrified him, the sheer horror ran through his limbs: lots of mulled wine tetrapaks from the DIY store. The 20 litre variety. Wolle filled some into glasses, the case was clear. Hajo and his beer were the discarded bride of Wolle, Wolle put the horns on the golden Ruhrpottbier, he cheated Hajo's pub. Crushed Hajo left the scene.
And so he did not see what Wolle did with the mulled wine. "The Covey and her ideas...a mulled wine scent with leather and spices is what she wants..."
So he mixed spicy cardamom with bracing citric, sweetened the scent with a touch of davana and rose water. Now the mulled wine seemed a bit sweet but at the same time strong, warming, conveying security.
Next he had to process the leather. He simply poured the mixture onto a scuffed leather jacket and added a few twigs. He had gathered those outside. Now the leather came through stronger, stronger and rougher. The wood seemed dry and brittle, could hardly absorb the mulled wine, which soaked into the leather. This now smelled darker, more wicked and profound.
Wool was satisfied, but something was missing...he looked around. Ah, the rice pudding with cinnamon! He didn't like the latter in it anyway. So he rounded off the wine with it and voila! Right from the start, the cinnamon gave the scent a rounder profile. He would call the scent dessert. No! Main course...no, that sounded stupid, main act! Yes, he would suggest that to the Covey.
When Wool came home, there were beer bottles shaped into a heart on his front doorstep. In the middle, a photo collage of things Wool was already financing through his beer consumption: rent, cars, college tuition, even two horses. Also, a handwritten note: "i forgive you!"
"What Hajo sends me such a thing? What the hell, I'll take one more!" Wool reached for the beer, opened it with his eye socket and drank.
"Yup! He's with me...." came from the bushes, whooping with joy.
"Boys," said Hajo, the landlord, "what's the matter with your boss? Again he's only staying till one o'clock? On two legs again? running?? Is this some kind of fast?"
"Oh, he must have his reasons. Maybe it's because of Ilse."
"Nenene, he smells lately also always so...like fresh from Christmas market after longer stay at the mulled wine stand. Doesn't he drink so much beer anymore?"
"But it's spring, where would he get that from? Don't worry, Hajo!"
"Well....represent me at the tap sometime, Hotte. But don't drink so much for nothing, you scoundrels!"
So Hajo followed Wolle, who suddenly didn't seem to stagger at all. Strangely straight and normal step Wolle moved forward. Was he...about...sober? Now Hajo was really worried. Wolle...the man was single-handedly paying Hajo's rent, that couldn't be. Was Wolle cheating on him? Suddenly, Wolle made his way towards an office complex, then stopped in front of a building. Stealthily he looked around, then darted inside. Hajo trailed behind, barely making it. Gently and at a distance he followed Wolle. Wolle went into an office and what Hajo saw there horrified him, the sheer horror ran through his limbs: lots of mulled wine tetrapaks from the DIY store. The 20 litre variety. Wolle filled some into glasses, the case was clear. Hajo and his beer were the discarded bride of Wolle, Wolle put the horns on the golden Ruhrpottbier, he cheated Hajo's pub. Crushed Hajo left the scene.
And so he did not see what Wolle did with the mulled wine. "The Covey and her ideas...a mulled wine scent with leather and spices is what she wants..."
So he mixed spicy cardamom with bracing citric, sweetened the scent with a touch of davana and rose water. Now the mulled wine seemed a bit sweet but at the same time strong, warming, conveying security.
Next he had to process the leather. He simply poured the mixture onto a scuffed leather jacket and added a few twigs. He had gathered those outside. Now the leather came through stronger, stronger and rougher. The wood seemed dry and brittle, could hardly absorb the mulled wine, which soaked into the leather. This now smelled darker, more wicked and profound.
Wool was satisfied, but something was missing...he looked around. Ah, the rice pudding with cinnamon! He didn't like the latter in it anyway. So he rounded off the wine with it and voila! Right from the start, the cinnamon gave the scent a rounder profile. He would call the scent dessert. No! Main course...no, that sounded stupid, main act! Yes, he would suggest that to the Covey.
When Wool came home, there were beer bottles shaped into a heart on his front doorstep. In the middle, a photo collage of things Wool was already financing through his beer consumption: rent, cars, college tuition, even two horses. Also, a handwritten note: "i forgive you!"
"What Hajo sends me such a thing? What the hell, I'll take one more!" Wool reached for the beer, opened it with his eye socket and drank.
"Yup! He's with me...." came from the bushes, whooping with joy.
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