07/13/2020
Chizza
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The other day in the perfume lab
"Chef, the perfumer can't get any further on our new scent!"
"What is it?", Thorsten asked and rubbed his tired eyes. "Too little budget?"
"No, he says his leather ideas are getting us nowhere, what should we do?"
"Only one can help. Give me a phone."
Meanwhile in Herne: a man, dressed only in swimming trunks, was sitting in the garden in the children's paddling pool, his beer belly filled the pool quite well. Single cans - full but also many empty ones - were swimming in the pool. He babbled to himself: "delicious, these ribs! First a cool blond one before I have to go to the clubhouse. Oh no, now one has fallen into my pool! Well wait, you rascal ..."
Suddenly his phone rang and he answered: "Wollny here from the famous motorcycle gang, what can I do for you?"
"Wolfgang, very good! Thorsten is here, I'm now working on a perfume for Tigha, the one with the leather jackets, and we're not getting anywhere. You are my last hope!"
He thought about it for a second, then said, "My boys are in on this too?" "Yeah sure, we'll pay you anything! Can you make it today?"
"Difficult, I'm in a meeting right now and I think we could leave in the morning. Probably a long meeting."
"Do I hear the sound of splashing and hissing from opened beer cans?"
"Oh, it goes on, I have to hang up, see you tomorrow and send everything to me, mace!"
The next morning the boys drove off with their motorcycles up to the newcomer Schlicko, who only owned a moped. But he also owned the new George Foremann grill and worked at the regional brewery, so they were flexible. So he followed the men more slowly, but his foxtail on the flag at the back of the moped was blowing in the wind. Since nobody got younger and one had to leave more often than some years before, this circumstance was no problem. In the end one arrived one day too late.
The person responsible for The Dark Side greeted the motorcycle crew with a little echauffiert: "where were you yesterday? What happened there, Wolfgang?"
"Long story...without going into detail, it seems that recently it has been forbidden to use pitchforks as a lance and then fight a duel against each other in the farmers' fields."
"Oh, just come with..."
Thorsten went to the laboratory and pointed to the rudimentary results obtained so far. "This is all we have, can you help?"
"Sure, but it'll cost you..." "how much do you want? I can give you 50 dew..." "Done, 50 cases of beer!" rejoiced Wool. "And a batch of this Bentley rum!" cried Udo Wool reacted quickly to placate Thorsten: "all's well, Totty. 50 boxes and of course no Bentley Intense, ridiculous! We take the Dark Rebel with us."
So our rocker friends went to work, fiddled, experimented with ingredients and wool lunch and finally created a leather scent. They invited the management to the report to explain the scent:
"Well, we have designed a board, fellows! Smoky leather, dirty, like your jackets! But at the same time so mainstream that your customers don't run away but can feel cool and bold with it. Catchword super masculine and only for rockers, like your customers are only real rockers" Wolle winked at the management and all snorted away.
"Okay, Mr. Wool, so the scent is fairly generic?"
"If you know many leather scents, then yes. Or smoky scents. Otherwise no."
"Okay, go on, what does your creation smell like?" "First comes the pepper."
"Ah, for the spice? It does have an intense peppery smell."
"No, I fell in the shaker, I had seasoned my food on the side. But it smelled quite good. Very aromatic and then mixed with the incense. That's when we first had difficulties with the procurement. Operation Raid on the Altar boy went wrong. There were several of them, and they're stronger than ever. Anyway, the incense smells a bit dirty because of the oud. We made it like this because we want your customers to smell wild."
"That's good, but how did you put the leather in?" "with a smoked ham flavor, we had just purchased from the discount store around the corner. So you get a leathery smell that's really spicy. Fully masculine and with corners and edges."
"Could be too extreme, we don't want a niche fragrance." Wool laughed exhilarated: "What if it's mainstream with just enough niche painting to be celebrated for it? What if he gets exhausted in the beginning, you've noticed him as a bold guy and then after a few hours you retreat? If he becomes sweeter through the tobacco?"
"Wow, genius, Mr. Wooly Wooly! Did you use the marijuana as we specified?"
"Shit, forgotten! Can't you just write that on there anyway? Nobody will notice and be celebrated anyway. The beginning could look like this with a lot of imagination, we just have to advertise."
"You're right wool, that's how we do it."
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For me, The Dark Side stands in a series of solid, non-superior leather scents, which for various reasons play on the illusion of a super-tough scent. Sometimes they don't do that on purpose, so that's no reproach. Objectively speaking, we have a spicy leather scent here, where a bit too much pepper has been used and which slightly disfigures the incense with the oud. Normal smoke would have been better, but the scent was intended. Insofar as the solid, unfortunately poor durability is exaggerated as it comes out of the bottle, the perfume evaporates so quickly. I don't know the Tighamode, I've outgrown the leather jackets for years, but I would certainly choose other leather scents if I feel like smoky leather.
"What is it?", Thorsten asked and rubbed his tired eyes. "Too little budget?"
"No, he says his leather ideas are getting us nowhere, what should we do?"
"Only one can help. Give me a phone."
Meanwhile in Herne: a man, dressed only in swimming trunks, was sitting in the garden in the children's paddling pool, his beer belly filled the pool quite well. Single cans - full but also many empty ones - were swimming in the pool. He babbled to himself: "delicious, these ribs! First a cool blond one before I have to go to the clubhouse. Oh no, now one has fallen into my pool! Well wait, you rascal ..."
Suddenly his phone rang and he answered: "Wollny here from the famous motorcycle gang, what can I do for you?"
"Wolfgang, very good! Thorsten is here, I'm now working on a perfume for Tigha, the one with the leather jackets, and we're not getting anywhere. You are my last hope!"
He thought about it for a second, then said, "My boys are in on this too?" "Yeah sure, we'll pay you anything! Can you make it today?"
"Difficult, I'm in a meeting right now and I think we could leave in the morning. Probably a long meeting."
"Do I hear the sound of splashing and hissing from opened beer cans?"
"Oh, it goes on, I have to hang up, see you tomorrow and send everything to me, mace!"
The next morning the boys drove off with their motorcycles up to the newcomer Schlicko, who only owned a moped. But he also owned the new George Foremann grill and worked at the regional brewery, so they were flexible. So he followed the men more slowly, but his foxtail on the flag at the back of the moped was blowing in the wind. Since nobody got younger and one had to leave more often than some years before, this circumstance was no problem. In the end one arrived one day too late.
The person responsible for The Dark Side greeted the motorcycle crew with a little echauffiert: "where were you yesterday? What happened there, Wolfgang?"
"Long story...without going into detail, it seems that recently it has been forbidden to use pitchforks as a lance and then fight a duel against each other in the farmers' fields."
"Oh, just come with..."
Thorsten went to the laboratory and pointed to the rudimentary results obtained so far. "This is all we have, can you help?"
"Sure, but it'll cost you..." "how much do you want? I can give you 50 dew..." "Done, 50 cases of beer!" rejoiced Wool. "And a batch of this Bentley rum!" cried Udo Wool reacted quickly to placate Thorsten: "all's well, Totty. 50 boxes and of course no Bentley Intense, ridiculous! We take the Dark Rebel with us."
So our rocker friends went to work, fiddled, experimented with ingredients and wool lunch and finally created a leather scent. They invited the management to the report to explain the scent:
"Well, we have designed a board, fellows! Smoky leather, dirty, like your jackets! But at the same time so mainstream that your customers don't run away but can feel cool and bold with it. Catchword super masculine and only for rockers, like your customers are only real rockers" Wolle winked at the management and all snorted away.
"Okay, Mr. Wool, so the scent is fairly generic?"
"If you know many leather scents, then yes. Or smoky scents. Otherwise no."
"Okay, go on, what does your creation smell like?" "First comes the pepper."
"Ah, for the spice? It does have an intense peppery smell."
"No, I fell in the shaker, I had seasoned my food on the side. But it smelled quite good. Very aromatic and then mixed with the incense. That's when we first had difficulties with the procurement. Operation Raid on the Altar boy went wrong. There were several of them, and they're stronger than ever. Anyway, the incense smells a bit dirty because of the oud. We made it like this because we want your customers to smell wild."
"That's good, but how did you put the leather in?" "with a smoked ham flavor, we had just purchased from the discount store around the corner. So you get a leathery smell that's really spicy. Fully masculine and with corners and edges."
"Could be too extreme, we don't want a niche fragrance." Wool laughed exhilarated: "What if it's mainstream with just enough niche painting to be celebrated for it? What if he gets exhausted in the beginning, you've noticed him as a bold guy and then after a few hours you retreat? If he becomes sweeter through the tobacco?"
"Wow, genius, Mr. Wooly Wooly! Did you use the marijuana as we specified?"
"Shit, forgotten! Can't you just write that on there anyway? Nobody will notice and be celebrated anyway. The beginning could look like this with a lot of imagination, we just have to advertise."
"You're right wool, that's how we do it."
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For me, The Dark Side stands in a series of solid, non-superior leather scents, which for various reasons play on the illusion of a super-tough scent. Sometimes they don't do that on purpose, so that's no reproach. Objectively speaking, we have a spicy leather scent here, where a bit too much pepper has been used and which slightly disfigures the incense with the oud. Normal smoke would have been better, but the scent was intended. Insofar as the solid, unfortunately poor durability is exaggerated as it comes out of the bottle, the perfume evaporates so quickly. I don't know the Tighamode, I've outgrown the leather jackets for years, but I would certainly choose other leather scents if I feel like smoky leather.
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