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Expedition aborted
Is it the word Siberian pine that makes me hope for wild nature? Is it the frankincense that makes me think of ethereal smoke? Is it the oak moss that makes me expect harsh masculinity?
None of this will be redeemed in any case.
But it is also sometimes a curse how everyday smells frame our nose: There is, for example, the lemon toilet cleaner trap, which makes it so difficult not to think of cleaning agents when thinking of citric scents, there is the pine-needle bath additive trap, which makes many attempts to create natural forest scents fail because of associations with the splashing of the bathtub (which is of course both crazy, because these everyday smells are in turn based on nature. About as crazy as an opera visitor jumping up in a Verdi opera and shouting: "That's from the pizza ad!)
Tribute to cortina, in any case, fails for me because of the eucalyptus candy trap.
This failure can be imagined something like this:
A polar explorer leaves his research station highly motivated on a freezing cold Siberian winter morning. The dog is harnessed to the sled, it is to go on an extended expedition to take rock samples, maintain measuring equipment and document the melting of the ice cover due to climate change at the temperature station about 20 km away.
Everything is ready, the sky is blue, the spicy freshness of pine, pepper and wild thyme is in the air. We're ready to go.
Actually Because when reaching into the outer dimensions of his functional jacket, our fresh air fan unexpectedly feels a sticky eucalyptus candy.
Without thinking, he unwraps it and shoves it in his mouth.
This is a mistake, because this actually incidental action sets a causal chain in motion, at the end of which the failure of the expedition will be the result: The man unexpectedly becomes a boy again, because he feels taken back to his childhood, in which his mother had always placed a bowl of just these sweets on the telephone table in the hallway. The memory comes suddenly and violently. Tears come to his eyes. Suddenly, he no longer feels like cold and adventure, but like comfort, warmth and security. He no longer feels like rough adventure, but rather home comfort.
The dog, although protesting, is unleashed again, our researcher crunches through the snow back to the station. The expedition is cancelled. Koala instead of polar bear.
Once back inside (it's only been 20 minutes since the beginning), the hero is greeted by an increasingly musty smell of wet dog, a camphor-like, out-of-round mumbling. Fortunately, this soon subsides and, after a few logs have been placed in the open fireplace, it finally becomes a cosy, slightly sweetish scent, marked by tonka and amber, which fills the room. Aromatic-etheric herbaceousness makes dog and master in front of the fireplace dream of adventures that may be experienced another time. At least not today.
What else? Application period most likely winter, cost 1,50 € per ml, quite nice bottle (the lid!), decent silage, short shelf life
None of this will be redeemed in any case.
But it is also sometimes a curse how everyday smells frame our nose: There is, for example, the lemon toilet cleaner trap, which makes it so difficult not to think of cleaning agents when thinking of citric scents, there is the pine-needle bath additive trap, which makes many attempts to create natural forest scents fail because of associations with the splashing of the bathtub (which is of course both crazy, because these everyday smells are in turn based on nature. About as crazy as an opera visitor jumping up in a Verdi opera and shouting: "That's from the pizza ad!)
Tribute to cortina, in any case, fails for me because of the eucalyptus candy trap.
This failure can be imagined something like this:
A polar explorer leaves his research station highly motivated on a freezing cold Siberian winter morning. The dog is harnessed to the sled, it is to go on an extended expedition to take rock samples, maintain measuring equipment and document the melting of the ice cover due to climate change at the temperature station about 20 km away.
Everything is ready, the sky is blue, the spicy freshness of pine, pepper and wild thyme is in the air. We're ready to go.
Actually Because when reaching into the outer dimensions of his functional jacket, our fresh air fan unexpectedly feels a sticky eucalyptus candy.
Without thinking, he unwraps it and shoves it in his mouth.
This is a mistake, because this actually incidental action sets a causal chain in motion, at the end of which the failure of the expedition will be the result: The man unexpectedly becomes a boy again, because he feels taken back to his childhood, in which his mother had always placed a bowl of just these sweets on the telephone table in the hallway. The memory comes suddenly and violently. Tears come to his eyes. Suddenly, he no longer feels like cold and adventure, but like comfort, warmth and security. He no longer feels like rough adventure, but rather home comfort.
The dog, although protesting, is unleashed again, our researcher crunches through the snow back to the station. The expedition is cancelled. Koala instead of polar bear.
Once back inside (it's only been 20 minutes since the beginning), the hero is greeted by an increasingly musty smell of wet dog, a camphor-like, out-of-round mumbling. Fortunately, this soon subsides and, after a few logs have been placed in the open fireplace, it finally becomes a cosy, slightly sweetish scent, marked by tonka and amber, which fills the room. Aromatic-etheric herbaceousness makes dog and master in front of the fireplace dream of adventures that may be experienced another time. At least not today.
What else? Application period most likely winter, cost 1,50 € per ml, quite nice bottle (the lid!), decent silage, short shelf life
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