Six months earlier: in the clubhouse there was only a beer-stained note with a massive number of spelling mistakes on the large table: "Ich bihn ford. We'll see each other again sometime. I was called by meihner Leidenschafft."
Wool
P.S. I do not mean my wife.
P.S. II: nor the chicken.
Today:
The sadness was still palpable over the continued absence of the charismatic gang leader. No one knew where Wool was. His wife noticed his absence only when no one stacked new beer crates in the house. So then they met for the semi-annual funeral service. But suddenly a voice rang out from the off:
"What if there was a perfume that smelled like beer?
What if that perfume captured moments from the harvest of hops to involuntary oral abandonment due to overconsumption?
If it even included harder alcohol consumed in between?
Would this be a winning beer, a beer for doers? Uh, winner's perfume?"
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A man suddenly appeared at the front door but no one could make out his face due to the glaring light. He said, "I think so and that's why I've been brewing it for the past few months. I mean created."
He was about to stride off, but fell because his belt came off, his pants fell down and the man stumbled as a result, outlining a mug of ale, which was now wetting his underwear thanks to his lack of pants.
"Wool!", everyone shouted in chorus.
"Yes, it's me and I've brought you a fragrance I've been working on with my good friend Elise. It's a concept scent and - I'm not promising too much - my signature scent and in principle also that of our mascot, Sparky, the drunken dolphin. In short, a fragrance for the well-groomed daily drinker. Honestly, that's exactly what I did too, and in the process, developed the perfume. Once again prodding my brain to produce new olfactory delights. Enough of me, test only!"
All of them sprayed themselves and directly noticed the scent that the breath gave off After excessive beer consumption, the sweetish foul aroma, which did not smell like vomiting, but nevertheless heralded it respectively may be a harbinger.
"Oak barrel, friends! It was important to me that it smells directly of beer but also the fast drinkers and frequent consumers - you are meant, Udo - are picked up. I assembled this sweetish note, which seems slightly fruity, from oak barrel and the hops and wanted to imitate the breath of beer friends after several liters."
Everyone was amazed, only Totty asked: what can the hops do?"
"You guys are a bunch of idiots to me! The hop is a very versatile creature which is why it is needed to brew our beautiful Herne beer for a reason. On the one hand, hops smell tart and malty, but they also have fruity and sweet notes. So it is no wonder that you sometimes hear sweetish notes and sometimes rather tart, yellow-green, yes grassy notes. Later whiskey elements are added. It is not peaty but rather drinkable and designed for the masses. You drink Jacky Cola rather than Laphroaig Cola. Whereby I must admit that we have then nicely incorporated a certain smoky spice, rather subtle."
The gang celebrates on it and let Wolle hochleben! It was hilarious and when Klausi took him aside to ask if it was all true, Wolle just said with a grin: "Oh, you know, it could be that Elise Walraven and I have soldered us in the development of such a way that we have accidentally always sniffed in the fragrance for the tobacco us also a person has sunk his overripe orange candy bar in the perfume. Oak barrel just sounds better."
Klausi just laughed.
Epilogue: Udo was stopped on his way back by Stubert and Haller, the two village policemen, it was obvious that he was no longer sober. His motorcycle odyssey led him across various properties and three police cars. Stubert, the new colleague, was about to let Udo blow into the tube when the veteran Haller said, "let it go, Udo's all right."
"Colleague, the man fell from the motorcycle and can not get up for five minutes."
"Haha, oh the Udo, the rascal. Can you be angry with him?"
"He rides a motorcycle drunk! You can smell it!"
"No, it's just the new scent Stout n Smoke. They all smell like that from the gang."
"This one smells like that from the mouth too, and it has a beer bully wagon for a trailer. All empty, mind you."
"Lirum, larum, the man is driving away his empties, what he had just acquired was hot today, he was thirsty. He likes to drink some perfume too, now let him!" "Empties? At four in the morning?"
Haller brushed the objection aside and to Udo he said, "drive, good man! Give my regards to Wolle, the rascal! He should finally pick up his Christmas beers confiscated last year!"
"Of course!", Udo staggered to his motorcycle, falling three times again to fall asleep there, sliding down and damaging his vest to expose his voluminous belly. Stubert looked critically at Haller but he only said laughing: "Oh Udo! Always another joke in your quiver! The man is a grenade!"
