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How the Schuhplattler was born..
In the summer holidays of 1982, a family of four set off from Kiel to the south. The two boys (11 and 7 years old) would cross the Weisswurst equator for the first time. We went to the Berchtesgadener Land, to the tranquil village of Marktschellenberg. From there we visited Salzburg, hiked at Königssee, marvelled at Watzmann and Hochkalter.
I have a particularly vivid detailed memory of one of our excursions. We walked through a rather lonely, gloomy needle wood, which gradually thinned out at some point, when suddenly masses of brakes threw themselves at us and bit, bit, bit... We were on our way in short trousers and from now on only in the process of wiggling to beat the critters off our legs. This is how the Schuhplattler must one day have developed.
Finally an inn came into sight, in the back of a meadow! We escaped, the swarm fortunately left us. We children were each given a bravery species that turned out to be (for us) 0.4-liter monsters - hardly manageable, but finally full of soda, after all, such things were otherwise strictly rationed.
How did the woods you walked through smell? I don't know, the only thing I can think of is the brake history. I'm glad I can catch up on the sniffing now! My thanks for that go to Mokka.
46°N 08°E opens sour-terpentine, a trace sugary. The acidity of the resin may have been helped a little, but everything fits together lifelike. Essential oils quickly emerge, which are strong in character, but have been used so moderately that the smell does not become medical, but really and truly remains completely natural.
Already after one hour the resin is extremely mild; the remaining citric parts get almost something lemonade-like in combination with the ethereal freshness and the underlying sugary note. Aha - our shower in the Wald-Gasthof!
While Harzlings like Goutals Nuit Etoilée or Hinoki would like to take me into the idealized fairytale-like or philosophically enraptured, 46°N 08°E stays in the here and now. It has a not quite tangible, simple lightness of its own, as I already know it from 44°N 03°E. A pause and enjoyment completely without ulterior motive claim.
Lange gives me 46°N 08°E the opportunity to catch up almost 36 years ago. The scent is enormously static, therefore a pure mood scent. The alleged "campfire" hides itself from me to a large extent, only the so-called "lichens" I like to follow, some herbaceous elements give mainly in the afternoon a gentle, background green spice in. Otherwise I walk through the forest and simply smell my quiet, unpretentious resin wood. A beautiful forest. And then it's good - time to stop for a bite to eat. Maybe to a species...?