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11/02/2023
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Once upon a time...
...a long time ago, under one of the seven mountains, far before the seven dwarves, lived a small, hairy troll. Hairy, however, was only the body, on the head he had only a few tangled tufts that stood out in all directions. Moreover, he was old, hunchbacked, had a crooked nose and pointed ears. In short, he was not beautiful. But that wasn't the biggest problem, he was also exceedingly grumpy and constantly in a bad mood. So it was no wonder that no one liked him, which was fine for him, he didn't like anyone either.
He dwelled in a damp cave deep under one of the high mountains. The lighting was gloomy and in the corners it was already moldy. His favorite foods were cheese and small animals, which he caught and grilled on his huge charcoal grill, fur and all. In addition, he drank sour wine and stale beer, and so the little troll smelled and liked it. His most prized possession was an old leather riding crop he had once found. It was almost as big as he was and he always had it with him. That's why he was called...but no! His name could not be pronounced, that brought bad luck!
He came mostly only at night from his cave. Therefore, the people in the village barricaded their doors and closed the shutters of the windows, as soon as the sun went down. Because they feared him, he was always so ill-tempered and mean. Only sometimes he came out during the day. Then he liked to scare little children, that gave him pleasure.
One day a dear little fairy flew by. She was actually already in closing time, but she saw the tired, bad-tempered troll and wanted to put him out of his misery. So she flew to him and said:
'So, you tired little troll, your ill-temperedness can't be seen, I'll make you a present so that you can be cheerful again!'
The troll grumbled: 'I have not invited you into my cave, you winged bimbo, and anyway, what about my three wishes!'
That with the floozy overheard the dear fairy flissfully and said: 'I'm already closing time, the wishes you can forget, you get one thing that you really, really urgently need and not some tinnef you wish!'
With that, she waved her squeaky pink fairy wand, scattered some fairy magic powder, and with a quiet, friendly plop, she was gone. On the table was a small black bottle for it.
great, and now who's going to clean up all this powder mess?" the troll called after her. It was now but not so that a bit of fairy powder would have been further noticed in the müffeligem mess of the cave.
The small troll looked at the bottle sullenly and rejected it already on principle, although it was as beautifully black as his soul. Of course, he could not control his curiosity for long and opened it. And suddenly there were mild citrus fruits and fresh green, as juicy as the sunrise. He had seen it once, even if only briefly, because he was afraid that he might find it beautiful and disappeared into his cave. The scent, however, continued to waft around him; fresh, green, spicy, gentle, and he hardly dared to think, cultivated. Only a very small bit of earth was still to be guessed. Slowly, the corners of his mouth moved upward. It crunched softly and also hurt a little, his face was not used to such things. Indeed, he smiled! If also somewhat crookedly.
Soon he was known as the friendly little troll, people were no longer afraid of him and even the children liked him. He always smelled well-groomed and looked increasingly so. Old, hunchbacked and not nice to look at, he still was. He no longer had his riding crop with him.
And if now a stranger at the cave of the troll comes past, jumps this joy-beaming on him and calls:
'Grüzi, i bin der Grawasch, magst ein Stückl Greyerzer?'
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This Cravache starts with a medium-fresh lemon note, which is designed by the tangerine very juicy-fruity. With it is also immediately a gentle herbaceous lavender, soft, not too sweet, without any flowers. It's all very gentle and mildly pleasant. While the citrus quickly dissipates, a good portion of sage comes in. This spices up the nevertheless quite mild lavender a bit, as does the nutmeg, which provides very light brown, but also ethereal-spicy tips. From here on, a dry woody note runs through the rest of the scent and I think I perceive a very slight cinnamon. Thus, the fragrance remains quite long, before a very little patch (slightly earthy) comes to the base with it and a good portion of citrus-fresh vetiver. So then the fragrance sounds out after 5 to 6 hours, as it began: mild, gently spiced, well-groomed. On textile he holds out a little longer.
I wondered for a long time what that should have to do now exactly with a riding crop, before I read the illuminating comment of Profumo to the EdP. Now it is clear, this is the reformulated Cravache, newly launched in 2007. The original Cravache I unfortunately do not know, in this version here I find the name a bit out of place, at Reitgerte I think of something sharper, more tart and yes, leather would not hurt there either. Nevertheless, this version is also quite a successful fragrance, which incidentally over the entire course strongly reminds me of Castle Forbes 1445, which is identical in the base in my opinion.
He dwelled in a damp cave deep under one of the high mountains. The lighting was gloomy and in the corners it was already moldy. His favorite foods were cheese and small animals, which he caught and grilled on his huge charcoal grill, fur and all. In addition, he drank sour wine and stale beer, and so the little troll smelled and liked it. His most prized possession was an old leather riding crop he had once found. It was almost as big as he was and he always had it with him. That's why he was called...but no! His name could not be pronounced, that brought bad luck!
He came mostly only at night from his cave. Therefore, the people in the village barricaded their doors and closed the shutters of the windows, as soon as the sun went down. Because they feared him, he was always so ill-tempered and mean. Only sometimes he came out during the day. Then he liked to scare little children, that gave him pleasure.
One day a dear little fairy flew by. She was actually already in closing time, but she saw the tired, bad-tempered troll and wanted to put him out of his misery. So she flew to him and said:
'So, you tired little troll, your ill-temperedness can't be seen, I'll make you a present so that you can be cheerful again!'
The troll grumbled: 'I have not invited you into my cave, you winged bimbo, and anyway, what about my three wishes!'
That with the floozy overheard the dear fairy flissfully and said: 'I'm already closing time, the wishes you can forget, you get one thing that you really, really urgently need and not some tinnef you wish!'
With that, she waved her squeaky pink fairy wand, scattered some fairy magic powder, and with a quiet, friendly plop, she was gone. On the table was a small black bottle for it.
great, and now who's going to clean up all this powder mess?" the troll called after her. It was now but not so that a bit of fairy powder would have been further noticed in the müffeligem mess of the cave.
The small troll looked at the bottle sullenly and rejected it already on principle, although it was as beautifully black as his soul. Of course, he could not control his curiosity for long and opened it. And suddenly there were mild citrus fruits and fresh green, as juicy as the sunrise. He had seen it once, even if only briefly, because he was afraid that he might find it beautiful and disappeared into his cave. The scent, however, continued to waft around him; fresh, green, spicy, gentle, and he hardly dared to think, cultivated. Only a very small bit of earth was still to be guessed. Slowly, the corners of his mouth moved upward. It crunched softly and also hurt a little, his face was not used to such things. Indeed, he smiled! If also somewhat crookedly.
Soon he was known as the friendly little troll, people were no longer afraid of him and even the children liked him. He always smelled well-groomed and looked increasingly so. Old, hunchbacked and not nice to look at, he still was. He no longer had his riding crop with him.
And if now a stranger at the cave of the troll comes past, jumps this joy-beaming on him and calls:
'Grüzi, i bin der Grawasch, magst ein Stückl Greyerzer?'
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This Cravache starts with a medium-fresh lemon note, which is designed by the tangerine very juicy-fruity. With it is also immediately a gentle herbaceous lavender, soft, not too sweet, without any flowers. It's all very gentle and mildly pleasant. While the citrus quickly dissipates, a good portion of sage comes in. This spices up the nevertheless quite mild lavender a bit, as does the nutmeg, which provides very light brown, but also ethereal-spicy tips. From here on, a dry woody note runs through the rest of the scent and I think I perceive a very slight cinnamon. Thus, the fragrance remains quite long, before a very little patch (slightly earthy) comes to the base with it and a good portion of citrus-fresh vetiver. So then the fragrance sounds out after 5 to 6 hours, as it began: mild, gently spiced, well-groomed. On textile he holds out a little longer.
I wondered for a long time what that should have to do now exactly with a riding crop, before I read the illuminating comment of Profumo to the EdP. Now it is clear, this is the reformulated Cravache, newly launched in 2007. The original Cravache I unfortunately do not know, in this version here I find the name a bit out of place, at Reitgerte I think of something sharper, more tart and yes, leather would not hurt there either. Nevertheless, this version is also quite a successful fragrance, which incidentally over the entire course strongly reminds me of Castle Forbes 1445, which is identical in the base in my opinion.
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