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An Epic All-Round
The episode of a time travel
There's an Arab proverb that says...
When the cat was told that your excrement could be used as medicine, she started to hide it
That's pretty poetic
In order to broaden your cultural horizon, you have to go far away.
Welcome to the other side of the world!
The center of a world religion, is located in a 3000 year old old old city surrounded by huge city walls
Country and people so different and impressions that you only know from documentaries.
It is July 2018, summer local time 12 noon.
A day that could not be more beautiful, bright sunshine, the heat drives the beads of sweat on your forehead.
The T-shirt, like a second skin, sweating so wet.
The alleys I walk through give me the feeling that time has stopped here.
I myself have the feeling that nothing has changed here since the last century.
Well...
As a European, you quickly reach your limits and here there is such an alienating aura somehow, which cannot be put into words.
Whoever moves here is simply different.
The scenery in the quarter looks like something out of The Passion of Christ.
What is offered here is very rare in Europe.
The enthusiasm for souvenirs increases from shop to shop and from one market stall to another.
In the alleys there is a smell of oriental cuisine and old stone.
Hunger comes up...
But there are also some peculiarities with the food, if only because of the large selection of spices that are available here.
Where with the European standard apothecary cabinet in the kitchen, with turmeric the repertoire comes to an end, here it really starts.
I make myself comfortable on a restaurant roof terrace and order a shawarma (is a kind of kebab for some who don't know) and water.
The planet is burning and we move in the shade at a temperature of 35 degrees.
From up here, you can observe the hustle and bustle in the old town.
The view is gigantic!
My gaze wanders around and wanders down.
I notice a little shop down on the corner.
After lunch, I pay for my lunch and go to the shop in question.
To the left of the entrance is an old man sitting on a chair.
I greet him with Shalom, but I can't say if that is right, but my feeling is that it is.
I take a variety of smells was and also immediately realize why ...
This shop consists only of spices, oils and a lot of dried fruits and a selection of nuts.
A diversity that is second to none!
All packed up and in such a small space.
The shop owner also enters, but no sound between us.
He's watching my moves that's it.
The initial communication between us seems difficult.
I'm going to get started on my English...
Hi,
You have a really large selection of spices here. It's incredible.
The old man just looks at me...
I'm going to make a second attempt...
Do you speak English?
Apparently he has understood this and is only shaking his head.
Well, I'm thinking, that'll be fun
I start to take a closer look at the spices, my nose is hanging over the baskets.
Some things are clearly identifiable by their appearance and smell, others not at all.
I try to make myself understood from a mix of hand signals and an Arabic English.
Apparently it worked and he hands me a transparent bag and points to a small shovel that is lying in a spice basket.
I grab these and start filling the first bag with a curry mixture.
The old man notices early on that someone wants to buy something here and animates me by putting out more bags.
Little by little I discover spices that I have never seen before.
I get into a real rush and fill one bag after another.
After 20 minutes of trying and studying, I ask him to label these bags for me.
I am not a spice specialist and at home, I would like to be able to distinguish between them
He pulls out a black Edding pen and labels bag for bag.
When he was finished he stuffed all the bags into a big one and handed it over to me.
Normally I am a person who likes to act, here I spare myself the action.
I considered it appropriate from the point of view of the problem of comprehensibility.
I pay, say goodbye and leave his business.
The following days I kept the bag in my hotel room.
When I was back in Germany, I unpacked my suitcase.
What an explosion of scent it was when I opened this suitcase.
The spice bag went immediately into the kitchen cupboard.
Nice to have a new suitcase again, too bad for the old one, I can only say.
But believe me, even after a few days of extreme ventilation on the balcony, the smell wouldn't go away. I could only dispose of the suitcase, because the power of the spices had eaten into it.
Only a few months later I took the bag out again.
But what was waiting for me there, I did not expect at all.
There is a second Arabian proverb that says.
The best knowledge is what you know, when you need it
I opened the bag and the shock hit me. Apparently, the extreme heat had loosened the labeling.
What the fuck was I thinking?
And now... ...what else can I do?
I use my eyes, my sense of smell and taste, and the rest is, and will remain...
An epic potpourri ;)
There's an Arab proverb that says...
When the cat was told that your excrement could be used as medicine, she started to hide it
That's pretty poetic
In order to broaden your cultural horizon, you have to go far away.
Welcome to the other side of the world!
The center of a world religion, is located in a 3000 year old old old city surrounded by huge city walls
Country and people so different and impressions that you only know from documentaries.
It is July 2018, summer local time 12 noon.
A day that could not be more beautiful, bright sunshine, the heat drives the beads of sweat on your forehead.
The T-shirt, like a second skin, sweating so wet.
The alleys I walk through give me the feeling that time has stopped here.
I myself have the feeling that nothing has changed here since the last century.
Well...
As a European, you quickly reach your limits and here there is such an alienating aura somehow, which cannot be put into words.
Whoever moves here is simply different.
The scenery in the quarter looks like something out of The Passion of Christ.
What is offered here is very rare in Europe.
The enthusiasm for souvenirs increases from shop to shop and from one market stall to another.
In the alleys there is a smell of oriental cuisine and old stone.
Hunger comes up...
But there are also some peculiarities with the food, if only because of the large selection of spices that are available here.
Where with the European standard apothecary cabinet in the kitchen, with turmeric the repertoire comes to an end, here it really starts.
I make myself comfortable on a restaurant roof terrace and order a shawarma (is a kind of kebab for some who don't know) and water.
The planet is burning and we move in the shade at a temperature of 35 degrees.
From up here, you can observe the hustle and bustle in the old town.
The view is gigantic!
My gaze wanders around and wanders down.
I notice a little shop down on the corner.
After lunch, I pay for my lunch and go to the shop in question.
To the left of the entrance is an old man sitting on a chair.
I greet him with Shalom, but I can't say if that is right, but my feeling is that it is.
I take a variety of smells was and also immediately realize why ...
This shop consists only of spices, oils and a lot of dried fruits and a selection of nuts.
A diversity that is second to none!
All packed up and in such a small space.
The shop owner also enters, but no sound between us.
He's watching my moves that's it.
The initial communication between us seems difficult.
I'm going to get started on my English...
Hi,
You have a really large selection of spices here. It's incredible.
The old man just looks at me...
I'm going to make a second attempt...
Do you speak English?
Apparently he has understood this and is only shaking his head.
Well, I'm thinking, that'll be fun
I start to take a closer look at the spices, my nose is hanging over the baskets.
Some things are clearly identifiable by their appearance and smell, others not at all.
I try to make myself understood from a mix of hand signals and an Arabic English.
Apparently it worked and he hands me a transparent bag and points to a small shovel that is lying in a spice basket.
I grab these and start filling the first bag with a curry mixture.
The old man notices early on that someone wants to buy something here and animates me by putting out more bags.
Little by little I discover spices that I have never seen before.
I get into a real rush and fill one bag after another.
After 20 minutes of trying and studying, I ask him to label these bags for me.
I am not a spice specialist and at home, I would like to be able to distinguish between them
He pulls out a black Edding pen and labels bag for bag.
When he was finished he stuffed all the bags into a big one and handed it over to me.
Normally I am a person who likes to act, here I spare myself the action.
I considered it appropriate from the point of view of the problem of comprehensibility.
I pay, say goodbye and leave his business.
The following days I kept the bag in my hotel room.
When I was back in Germany, I unpacked my suitcase.
What an explosion of scent it was when I opened this suitcase.
The spice bag went immediately into the kitchen cupboard.
Nice to have a new suitcase again, too bad for the old one, I can only say.
But believe me, even after a few days of extreme ventilation on the balcony, the smell wouldn't go away. I could only dispose of the suitcase, because the power of the spices had eaten into it.
Only a few months later I took the bag out again.
But what was waiting for me there, I did not expect at all.
There is a second Arabian proverb that says.
The best knowledge is what you know, when you need it
I opened the bag and the shock hit me. Apparently, the extreme heat had loosened the labeling.
What the fuck was I thinking?
And now... ...what else can I do?
I use my eyes, my sense of smell and taste, and the rest is, and will remain...
An epic potpourri ;)
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Home office the glory of the times
Yes, there is an explanation for increased home office activities in 2020, the sourpuss is ranting about Corona!
This invisible virus has opened the doors for us and has shown us that the world can quickly mutate into an overstrained something.
I am in tune with the situation and the only thing that bothers me is the fact that I am experiencing a masquerade while shopping, which I only knew from China before.
Corona invasion or not, there are far worse things in the world, so let's leave the subject aside.
Let's get back to the essential and dedicate ourselves to this, as many praised the everyday office fragrance.
Until a few years ago, Kiton Men was considered the perfect office fragrance for me.
Unfortunately, he has developed a certain mustiness for me, which I can't stand any more.
This is probably also due to the fact that it is now only to be found dusty on the lower shelves.
Prada has created a very nice scent here, that has to be seen more closely.
Just the bottle alone, I think, makes a good impression.
It's a pity that the back is not made of leather, but that would probably have exceeded the production costs.
What do I get offered, what is the first impression in the opening...
It radiates a certain lightness and airiness, reminds very strongly of high-quality soap with a touch of powdery texture which clearly comes from the iris.
Something metallic slightly disinfectant like I take was also.
He seems kind of metrosexual, I could well imagine him with the female sex.
The base consists of a woody impact and some patchouli.
To my mind, the fragrance remains rather linear until the end, which is certainly no problem.
It is a clean evergreen and can be worn for almost every occasion.
I can't say why it is labelled everywhere as an office fragrance, but it is certainly more than just a desk stool.
The perfect season is spring and summer, where he fits in perfectly.
If anyone is wondering what style of clothing the fragrance would go with, a white shirt always looks fresh and well-groomed.
Now I sit here for weeks from Monday to Friday in my home office and the office computer smiles at me.
To be honest, I don't care if it's good and clean scented or not!
The jogging pants fit comfortably and the T-shirt is loosely over it, but somehow it reflects the Boss tailor-made suit in everyday office life, doesn't it?
When I look at my current style of dress, I get the urge to order a Prada again.
Yes you know how to please and you know how to please in sweatpants at home office!
Conclusion:
Shelf life is more than good for a fresh, clean fragrance, the daily routine is over.
The projection is good mediocrity and perfectly adequate.
Since there are some new flankers here again, I can only consider the Intense version as an alternative.
This then rather for the evening or also for somewhat colder days.
This invisible virus has opened the doors for us and has shown us that the world can quickly mutate into an overstrained something.
I am in tune with the situation and the only thing that bothers me is the fact that I am experiencing a masquerade while shopping, which I only knew from China before.
Corona invasion or not, there are far worse things in the world, so let's leave the subject aside.
Let's get back to the essential and dedicate ourselves to this, as many praised the everyday office fragrance.
Until a few years ago, Kiton Men was considered the perfect office fragrance for me.
Unfortunately, he has developed a certain mustiness for me, which I can't stand any more.
This is probably also due to the fact that it is now only to be found dusty on the lower shelves.
Prada has created a very nice scent here, that has to be seen more closely.
Just the bottle alone, I think, makes a good impression.
It's a pity that the back is not made of leather, but that would probably have exceeded the production costs.
What do I get offered, what is the first impression in the opening...
It radiates a certain lightness and airiness, reminds very strongly of high-quality soap with a touch of powdery texture which clearly comes from the iris.
Something metallic slightly disinfectant like I take was also.
He seems kind of metrosexual, I could well imagine him with the female sex.
The base consists of a woody impact and some patchouli.
To my mind, the fragrance remains rather linear until the end, which is certainly no problem.
It is a clean evergreen and can be worn for almost every occasion.
I can't say why it is labelled everywhere as an office fragrance, but it is certainly more than just a desk stool.
The perfect season is spring and summer, where he fits in perfectly.
If anyone is wondering what style of clothing the fragrance would go with, a white shirt always looks fresh and well-groomed.
Now I sit here for weeks from Monday to Friday in my home office and the office computer smiles at me.
To be honest, I don't care if it's good and clean scented or not!
The jogging pants fit comfortably and the T-shirt is loosely over it, but somehow it reflects the Boss tailor-made suit in everyday office life, doesn't it?
When I look at my current style of dress, I get the urge to order a Prada again.
Yes you know how to please and you know how to please in sweatpants at home office!
Conclusion:
Shelf life is more than good for a fresh, clean fragrance, the daily routine is over.
The projection is good mediocrity and perfectly adequate.
Since there are some new flankers here again, I can only consider the Intense version as an alternative.
This then rather for the evening or also for somewhat colder days.
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The highlight from overseas
There are days when you can't see the forest for the trees.
That's the way it goes for me, with all the new fragrances coming on the market.
Often it is only a small ray of hope, but it disappears quickly and the tested fragrance, unfortunately, does not make it on the list.
This led me to test some overseas fragrances.
During my research I came across Dua Fragrances.
Without further ado I decided to order some fragrances.
Supernova was the first fragrance that made it into my shopping cart.
What was I curious when the delivery arrived.
Here my review of Supernova:
Duas interpretation of Roja Parfums Elysium is a mix of Cologne and Eau de Parfum.
Aromatic juniper berries from cologne and the vanilla infused leather chord of the perfume should create supernova.
The start is kept very citric by the grapefruit, lime and bergamot.
A certain flower mix of rose and jasmine paired with some pepper and apple form the centre. Towards the end vanilla and labdanum provide a sweetness that completes the fragrance beautifully.
For me Supernova is my personal highlight 2018.
Durability is good and the projection is a good average.
Conclusion:
A good and cheap mix-dupe from Roja Elysium Cologne and the Eau de Parfum.
For lovers of Aventus and Sauvage, certainly also a test value.
That's the way it goes for me, with all the new fragrances coming on the market.
Often it is only a small ray of hope, but it disappears quickly and the tested fragrance, unfortunately, does not make it on the list.
This led me to test some overseas fragrances.
During my research I came across Dua Fragrances.
Without further ado I decided to order some fragrances.
Supernova was the first fragrance that made it into my shopping cart.
What was I curious when the delivery arrived.
Here my review of Supernova:
Duas interpretation of Roja Parfums Elysium is a mix of Cologne and Eau de Parfum.
Aromatic juniper berries from cologne and the vanilla infused leather chord of the perfume should create supernova.
The start is kept very citric by the grapefruit, lime and bergamot.
A certain flower mix of rose and jasmine paired with some pepper and apple form the centre. Towards the end vanilla and labdanum provide a sweetness that completes the fragrance beautifully.
For me Supernova is my personal highlight 2018.
Durability is good and the projection is a good average.
Conclusion:
A good and cheap mix-dupe from Roja Elysium Cologne and the Eau de Parfum.
For lovers of Aventus and Sauvage, certainly also a test value.
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