A room with wooden benches, as well as wood on the walls, towel rails next to the narrow door, towels, in the room distributed five middle-aged men, those discussing God and the world.
Herbert: Man, Bernd! It smelled great around here lately. I mean, that was you.
Bernd: Oh, I can well imagine what you mean, Bernd. That was
Herbert: Yes, that smelled so slightly smoky, but somehow also bitter. I can't describe it exactly. That had something to do with the ointment my wife sometimes takes for her psoriasis. But there was also some wooden stuff with it. Oh, I don't know. I don't know. Roch in any case after medicine.
Bernd: Well, Herbert, that was
Harri: Well, I didn't smell anything medical. I thought one of you two experts stole my wife's bath salts. She's always using stuff like that with a rose-ding wood-um scent. But it smelled like you mixed it up with something.
Bernd: Well that was with ...
Herbert: It was mixed with this wood, with this medical thing I was just talking about. Are you listening to me?
Harri: Now calm down. I just came into the room a few minutes later. You've been sitting there for a while. And this bathing suit of my little mermaid smells like wood at home, too, but it certainly doesn't smell like medicine. It smells really nice, soft and smooth, really aromatic and a bit like wood. But to comfort you, I can say I also heard a slightly bitter note. What do you think, Harald? You haven't said anything yet.
Harald: Well, you bitch bitch, you bust each other like any other wat. What's there to say, huh? But yes, that smelled really funny. So not bad or anything. Ick thought my Inge had moved her kitchen in here. It's just an Orient trip. Wat die allet is testing on jewels ... manometer. Ick just wants a piece of schnitzel at home.
Herbert: Jo, that smelled like spices at some point. A little hot. I can agree with you on that.
Harald: There you go. Nothing to do with medicine and other stuff. Dit smelled like my Inge's kitchen when she was testing around. I'm scared I'm gonna get some ice cream in my monkey's brain sometime. Do you know dit in Indiana Jones when those are there in the palace?
Bernd: No, Harald! Not again! Every time you talk about the "cooking skills" of your loved ones, we inevitably come across cow's-eye soups, snakes as a starter or the well-known monkey brain on ice. You're fantasizing too much. Let your wife do it. She's got taste. What you smelled there was probably cardamom and it's in
Harald: I need to interrupt you. I don't care what that was. It just smelled like inge's kitchen with its woody touch.
Harri: Don't forget the bath additive!
Harald: Yes, the och.
Bernd: Well, my friends. I guess it smelled like br /> yesterday
Hauke: Hold your cheeks for a second, Bernd. I haven't said anything here yet. You're babbling here in a tour.
Bernd: Um, so. That's
Herbert: Exactly! Let the others talk, Bernd.
Hauke: You can do it now, Bernd. Well, I admit openly that I also heard something woody with a lot of spice. But when I got there, a little late - I know - it smelled so sweet, don't you think? Sure, still spicy, a little woody, but also a little sweet.
Bernd: Nice, as you remember. That seems to have really stayed in your minds.
Harald: Sure! Warn great infusion. But ick sniff that already again, but also only janz janz easily.
Harri: Yes, there have been more intense things here.
Hauke: Smells good. Could be stronger, though. Join me.
Bernd: That's not
Harald: It's now. Jenug. Ick wants to water here now. I'm going to make my Uffguss. He's really shooting. Best musk and onion combination with a pinch of cordamam, cardomam ... oh, wat weeß ick.
Bernd: You and your jokes, Harald. I'm gonna try this one last time. What you smelled came from me. I wore this on my body. Just let me finish talking. I was wearing a perfume that day
Harald: Wat? You'll grease yourself with the Uffguss? Bahh... next time we'll put you in the bowl in the middle.
Bernd: I give up.
Harri: Harald?! What... smells ... here ... so?
Hauke: I'll quickly find myself another sauna.
Herbert: Harald is serious. You're disgusting. My goodness!
Harald: Höhö. I guess I got a sauna for me, just me. # You're all right, ne!
Herbert: Let's go somewhere else, Bernd. You brought your infusion. Harry mixed his own stuff here
Bernd: And I thought he was just kidding. That stuff is against the Geneva Convention.
Harri: For this you belong to The Hague, Harald.
Harald: Yes, you want to cry now, or wat?
Herbert: Come on, Bernd. We're going to enjoy your infusion somewhere else. At least your stuff smelled good
Bernd: Sure, it smells good, but that's not
Harri: Bernd! Stop whining. I want to get out of here and you're standing in the door.
Bernd: Okay, I'm really giving up now.
Herbert: Bernd! The door!
Bernd: Oh, yes ... i'm going.