This is a true story, that would never have happened if Dad had not brought home a branch of Mimosa.
not a twig or tuft. A branch.
After long struggles to fix it in the jar and then quickly ran under the jaws of Mimosivora Birba, we could finally enjoy its delicious scent, so sweet, so full of energy and so ... Yellow ^ ^
Then, something happened that afternoon.
Someone carefully washed an old glass jar and took a plastic coffee cup as a measuring cup ... Then he began to wander the house with old suspect ... Part of tap water ... Two pieces of pure alcohol, recovered in the most hidden door of spirits ... Many many many yellow dots, separated here and there, the branch of mimosa, trying not to create too blatant holes in flowers ... A pretty mixed and the dark and quiet place to rest more ...
few days later ... Here's a true story, that would never happen if dad didn't bring home a branch of Mimosa.
Not a bunch. A branch.
After a long fight to put it in the right vase and after quick races to save it from Mimosivorous Birba, we could finally appreciate its lovely smell, so sweet, so full of energy and so... Yellow ^^
Then, that afternoon something happened.
Someone washed with care an old glass jar and used a little coffee plastic glass as dispenser... Then she started moving in the flat with suspicious movements... One part of tap water... Two parts of pure alcohol, took in the most hidden corner of the alcoholics shelf ... A lot of little yellow balls picked up here and there from the mimosa's branch, Trying to not make holes Among the flowers ... A shuffle and a dark and safe place where to leave it and make it rest ...
Some days after that ...
MM: What that jar? :-S
UU: Eh eh, Mum, do not you just having a good color? Among the yellow and amber ;-)
MM: Um ... Yes, apart from the brown stuff that we galeggia inside ... :-S
UU: Eh eh, this is an experiment I'm working on for days. Years and were expected to do so. Finally the big day has arrived, now I can open the jar and smell the fragrance! *.* MM: ... :-S
UU: Nghhh Wow how much I tightened ... Stucco svit LOOSEN Stapp! Here we are ... A mescolatina and then ... Sniff ... sniff!
MM: ...
UU:
MM: ?
UU: Ò _ O ' !
MM: What is this?!
UU: boiled pickled cucumber or zucchini may x_x
MM: Oh . Ma .. What was to be instead?
UU: A sweet perfume to the spring mimosa ç_ç
MM: Ma .. I've never heard of a mimosa to perfume ... I think ...
UU: Beh, volevo inventarlo io ç_ç
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MM: What's that jar?
UU: Eh eh, mum, don't you think it really has a lovely colour? Between yellow and amber ;-)
MM: Uhm... Yes, apart from that light brown stuff floating in it... :-S
UU: Eh eh, this is an experiment I've worked on for several days. and I waited for years to do it. Finally this great day arrived, now I can open the jar and smell its fragrance! *.*
MM: ... :-S
UU: Nghhh oh I really closed it with srength... Stucc screw screw screw screw stapp! Here we are... I stir it just a bit and then... Sniff sniff...!
MM: ...
UU:
MM: ?
UU: ò _ O ' !!!
MM: What is it?! UU: Cucumber or maybe boiled courgette with vinegar x_x
MM: Oh. Ehm... What should it be instead?
UU: A delicate spring smell of mimosa ç_ç
MM: Oh... I've never heard of a mimosa perfume actually... I think...
UU: Well, I wanted to invent it ç_ç
Credetemi, il peggior odore che mi sia mai capitato di sentire dopo la Pitaya Rossa del Labello!
I can really say that this experiment has failed.
But I do not give up! >. \u0026lt; Believe me, I Could smell the smell worse after the Red Pitaya of the Labello lip balm!
I can definitely say this experiment has failed.
But i do not give up! >. \u0026lt;
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