Take a bouquet of flowers from the gas station, some vanilla yogurt from Aldi, orange peels, and a splash of Dooleys, then mix it all together nicely and voilà, the new Sunshine is ready - so some say.
Others, however, identify the expensive florist bouquet, the high-quality orange sorbet wrapped in fluffy cream, adorned with vanilla pods and even a splash of Baileys.
What do I recognize?
Flowers dancing in the wind, picked from paradise, juicy oranges taken from a Spanish garden, vanilla cream made from the milk of a very satisfied and grinning Holstein cow, a splash of Sicilian liqueur "Fior di Latte," and a lot, a lot of sunshine.
For me, Sunshine is the seventh cream heaven,
the epitome of satisfaction and cheerfulness.
A wonderfully individual, extraordinarily sublime, and groundbreaking fragrance,
that reflects like no other the cheerful and exuberant feeling of a picnic
in the sunshine.
A smile to spray on.