The firm pomade
Tokei-Ihto, impresses with its easy application, the firm hold that gives even unusual hairstyles the necessary hold and the wonderful warm-tangy scent. The high-quality ingredients not only style the hair but also care for it.
- Hold: firme
- gloss: little gloss
- Scent: grassy landscape, flowering prairie, notes of wood, leather and honey
- content: 110 mlIngredients: Petrolatum, Lanolin, Cera Alba, Cedrus Atlantica Bark Oil, Ricinus Communis Seed Oil, Argania Spinosa Kernel Oil, Limnanthes Alba Seed Oil, Squalane, Citrus Limon Peel Oil, Parfum (Cinnamyl Alcohol, Citral, Eugenol, Isoeugenol, Cumarin, Geraniol, Butylphenyl Methylpropional, Linalool, Benzyl Benzoate, Citronellol, Limonene, Hexyl Cinnamal, Alpha-Isomethyl Ionone)
Long before the presumed village, he dropped his noble chestnut mare in the crotch and held the white coat up as a parliamentary flag. He had to assume that he had long since been spied out. In these times it was better to play it safe.
For hours he had been riding lonely through this seemingly monotonous landscape of the North American plains at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. Just like the Indians, he had learned to make use of the landscape's peculiarities from an early age. And so he always rode in the valleys and avoided riding over the bumps. But despite all precautions, there they were! And already he was surrounded by five tall Indians. He was sure, only the white fur saved his life. They escorted him to the village. Three in front, him in the middle and two in the rear. An escape seemed hopeless, but he was not allowed to flee either. Would he finally face him personally? He had heard so many stories about him in the border region. After another hour they reached the village and the leader of the five Indians told him to dismount. Immediately a boy took care of his horse. The leader pointed to a tent in the middle of the village, which was bigger and more strikingly painted than the others. In front of the tent entrance stood the trophy pole, decorated with many scalps.
Then he stepped out. No doubt - it had to be Tokei-Ihto! Almost two metres tall, slim, strong and sinewy. The long, black hair parted in Dakota style braids. On his chest the typical scars of the passed Sun Dance could be seen. He had finally found him, Tokei-Ihto, the young war chief of a small tribal division of the Sioux, him, who had single-handedly burned down an army fort.
The sun was already burning pretty hot on this spring day. The wind was blowing gently over the bumps in the road, bringing the scent of the nearby cedar forest and the blooming prairie. Can you smell the tent canvas fluttering from the wind? The herd of horses in the fence?
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