If a challenging, not to say provocative Type Writer-scented lady, who would have taken the unisex hypothesis in the present case as a typewriter word, so to speak, would meet me in the evening, I would probably get into serious embarrassment, but as a lover of mechanical typewriters I would first of all ask whether she is more of the Type GABRIELE, OLIVETTI or OLYMPIA or OPTIMA as a precaution. In this context I consider an ERIKA or TIPPA to be out of the question, they would certainly not have any tendency to aromatic elixirs with a fragrant barrier belt or similarly confused olfactory impositions ...
The "Type Writer" with its "own" Ortho is a scent from a "strange home" for manic type writers as well as for typewriters who do not like typewriters. You can't appreciate WD- and other working oils that much, as even the SM-gatherer first indignantly turns up his nose, because it's all about good smells - isn't it?! The stuff stinks unpyramidically, even oud is rumored to be out of the question.
Horny beavers with labdanous temperaments are ridden with patchouli sledges, yep! Woods and cistus perhaps from La Isla Bonita La Palma are on board - and who knows what kind of ambergrub the two girls secretly brewed together. After half an hour, however, I feel really comfortable with torpedoes, Olympias and Mercedes', which stir their type levers, tabs and rollers, lift their collected sacked scents from the underground of the 20th century (the hair of the secretary!), adjust the correct edge and embrace me with medium line spacing, although I - no, BECAUSE I smelled so pithy glandularly like bear-bitty TYPE WRITER.
Hopefully my LiebeLiebe will not come home prematurely.
How should I explain this fragrance scenario unsuspiciously?!