Honey, something's melting in the oven that shouldn't be there
Why Daddy Yankee, the Puerto Rican reggae musician, also has to venture into perfume remains his secret. But given the result, he might have been better off not doing it. I'm not usually averse to celebrity fragrances, as now and then there's a more or less well-known star who dares to create a really good scent, but unfortunately, that hasn't happened with Daddy Yankee here.
I can understand the fragrance pyramid, but why such a piercingly sweet, synthetic, nose-offending "perfume" comes out of it... I have no idea. The initially cool, clean opening wasn't even that bad, aside from the fact that it's not very original and I initially suspected it was a dupe of another fragrance, but then my plastic dish accidentally melted in the oven - oh no, that's Daddy Yankee! - and the fun was gone for me.
Unfortunately, this is yet another scent that the world doesn't need, and the low price doesn't make it any better. The sillage is pleasantly intrusive, and thankfully the longevity is only mediocre. I still need to go wash myself.
