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08/18/2021
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With the Wesker Bus to Banat
After predominantly positive experiences with Wesker now the first new release had to prove itself.
So suitcase packed, and off with the Wesker bus to Banat, a region in Southeastern Europe in the area of today's Romania. So here lies the home of the fragrance experience available here.
Arrived in Banat, after leaving the bus, you think to yourself: Ufff, but that is pungent here.
Of the previously known perfectly coordinated fruit notes is here at best in the far distance what to perceive. Here is clearly too much patchouli growing in the fields. So quickly back in the bus and off to the next stop!
20 minutes bus ride you have to endure already, until the bus stops again, so get off again.
Aha, here one feels already clearly more comfortable, and the blackberry hedges at the edge of the cemetery, which one gets to see, bear full ripe fruit.
So here it comes, the anticipated and beloved fruit opening. Fine wisps of smoke drift onto the hedgerows from the ongoing funeral in the middle of the cemetery.
Seems now not so the popular environment, but the rest and relaxation after the last bumpy part of the journey come just as called. The patchouli fields have moved to a comfortable distance.
Something animalistic has been raging under the hedges earlier, the earth is churned up, but you can't make out any animal directly, there's just some freshly gnawed wood in the thicket behind the brambles.
The funeral is over, the guests go to the exit, here the first Umdrunk with coffee and occasionally also tea takes place and a group of bikers in the leather outfit stand a little apart and consume some self-rolled, from hectic no trace.
The environment remains friendly, you feel good and could well stay a bit more here. But the bus driver has apparently no longer enough time. He pushes already properly and it remains only the (much too early) departure. The bus driver does not seem to like it so quite in Banat, or should the journey be already so fast again over? Actually a pity...
Because here in Banat is somehow a special flair..
So suitcase packed, and off with the Wesker bus to Banat, a region in Southeastern Europe in the area of today's Romania. So here lies the home of the fragrance experience available here.
Arrived in Banat, after leaving the bus, you think to yourself: Ufff, but that is pungent here.
Of the previously known perfectly coordinated fruit notes is here at best in the far distance what to perceive. Here is clearly too much patchouli growing in the fields. So quickly back in the bus and off to the next stop!
20 minutes bus ride you have to endure already, until the bus stops again, so get off again.
Aha, here one feels already clearly more comfortable, and the blackberry hedges at the edge of the cemetery, which one gets to see, bear full ripe fruit.
So here it comes, the anticipated and beloved fruit opening. Fine wisps of smoke drift onto the hedgerows from the ongoing funeral in the middle of the cemetery.
Seems now not so the popular environment, but the rest and relaxation after the last bumpy part of the journey come just as called. The patchouli fields have moved to a comfortable distance.
Something animalistic has been raging under the hedges earlier, the earth is churned up, but you can't make out any animal directly, there's just some freshly gnawed wood in the thicket behind the brambles.
The funeral is over, the guests go to the exit, here the first Umdrunk with coffee and occasionally also tea takes place and a group of bikers in the leather outfit stand a little apart and consume some self-rolled, from hectic no trace.
The environment remains friendly, you feel good and could well stay a bit more here. But the bus driver has apparently no longer enough time. He pushes already properly and it remains only the (much too early) departure. The bus driver does not seem to like it so quite in Banat, or should the journey be already so fast again over? Actually a pity...
Because here in Banat is somehow a special flair..
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