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The Sultan's new leather jacket
Rashid had to hurry. He had just picked up the new leather jacket for the Sultan and he had to be back in the palace in time. The Sultan was already quite excited and that meant for him that he had to move back to the palace as soon as possible. So he hurried over the bazaars of the city and was only slowed down at the bazaar of spices. Here it was quite crowded as always. He walked the streets slowly and the sweat of fear was pouring down from his forehead. Many things were offered for sale here: aromatic but reserved saffron, which permeated the air, as well as spicy but not too hot pepper. But this could also be a distinct nutmeg note, he was not sure about that and because of the dense crowd he was not allowed to look at individual stalls.
Now he came to a neuralgic point in the market and nothing went further. Everyone applauded and cheered and through the crowd he saw dancing dervishes playing folkloric music. Individual dervishes waved barrels of smoking resins around, the air became misted and ran through the spices. When later everything was over and Rashid could finally continue his journey, he noticed that the leather for the Sultan had absorbed all these smells. The leather now smelled of cold smoke and was very aromatic, but pale in color as far as the spice notes were concerned. It didn't really smell of leather anymore, rather subliminal, if at all.
Shortly before reaching the palace, he took a supposed shortcut and found himself in a small square where individual merchants were trading with wood. Cedar and sandalwood he recognized, there were shavings from various carvings flying around. He did not care about it, but then he saw that something was stuck on the leather. He tried to remove it, but rubbed the individual small tears and splinters deeper into the leather. He was frightened because it dawned on him that the Sultan would blame him for the disfigured pure leather.
Then a travelling florist hurried past and he saw that pelargoniums were there. He knew them from his homeland and knew only too well that they can have a balmy effect. Perhaps he would succeed in forming the individual fragrances on the leather into a unity with this help. So he removed individual plants in an unobserved moment and added them to the leather melange. It smelled decent, slightly like marjoram.
So he arrived at the Sultan, bridled his steps and bowed to him as he was let in. The Sultan looked at the leather doublet critically, sniffed suspiciously and then said, "Did he give you these leather goods for me? Speak!"
"Yes...I can explain..."
"I don't care about the smell! I started from a strong leather, animalistic and strong. This...is not leather! And with all kinds of spice show this wretch tries to cover it up! Bring him to me! And you, Rashid, step down
Still slightly undecided, Rashid looked down and took the first steps backwards. Then he accelerated his step. What a coincidence! But it was true, the leather was so pale, it had been so pale from the start that even the cold and weakened swaths of spices and resin were dominant
Now he came to a neuralgic point in the market and nothing went further. Everyone applauded and cheered and through the crowd he saw dancing dervishes playing folkloric music. Individual dervishes waved barrels of smoking resins around, the air became misted and ran through the spices. When later everything was over and Rashid could finally continue his journey, he noticed that the leather for the Sultan had absorbed all these smells. The leather now smelled of cold smoke and was very aromatic, but pale in color as far as the spice notes were concerned. It didn't really smell of leather anymore, rather subliminal, if at all.
Shortly before reaching the palace, he took a supposed shortcut and found himself in a small square where individual merchants were trading with wood. Cedar and sandalwood he recognized, there were shavings from various carvings flying around. He did not care about it, but then he saw that something was stuck on the leather. He tried to remove it, but rubbed the individual small tears and splinters deeper into the leather. He was frightened because it dawned on him that the Sultan would blame him for the disfigured pure leather.
Then a travelling florist hurried past and he saw that pelargoniums were there. He knew them from his homeland and knew only too well that they can have a balmy effect. Perhaps he would succeed in forming the individual fragrances on the leather into a unity with this help. So he removed individual plants in an unobserved moment and added them to the leather melange. It smelled decent, slightly like marjoram.
So he arrived at the Sultan, bridled his steps and bowed to him as he was let in. The Sultan looked at the leather doublet critically, sniffed suspiciously and then said, "Did he give you these leather goods for me? Speak!"
"Yes...I can explain..."
"I don't care about the smell! I started from a strong leather, animalistic and strong. This...is not leather! And with all kinds of spice show this wretch tries to cover it up! Bring him to me! And you, Rashid, step down
Still slightly undecided, Rashid looked down and took the first steps backwards. Then he accelerated his step. What a coincidence! But it was true, the leather was so pale, it had been so pale from the start that even the cold and weakened swaths of spices and resin were dominant
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