Bad Intense Diesel 2017

2017 in winter, with styled hair,
fresh out of the shower, how wonderful!
If there had been Talahons,
he would have been one,
in the year that blessed us with ‘Stronger with you’ and ‘Bad Intense’.
Here the bottle like a BMW
almost black-matte
and with dents,
a bit too deep,
thankfully without stench,
its breath sweet like cinnamon and embers,
it douses itself in with this devil's spawn!
It starts to stick,
it starts to scream,
could it really have been that?
2017, we say it mildly,
folks, this thing was differently wild!
Apparently, the little people dreamed,
to be guests in Charlie's chocolate factory.
They mixed the sweet stuff everywhere,
so please keep your distance, oh man, oh no!
It doesn't stop sticking,
it won't go away,
it clings stubbornly like dirt under your shoes,
we smell cinnamon, suspect lime,
it's not in there - we know it, Annette!
You could also douse yourself with this,
but we rather advise you to sneak away with it
- in 2017, that's where you belong too
or at least where I am not right now.

Dearest, Salem, who definitely finds his black fur more beautiful and points out that cats don't wear perfume because their scent is perfection.

Tshajbukoshka and he are currently arguing about the rating. Salem has prevailed with 6 points, while Tshajbukoshka would like to give him a higher rating because the sweet part at least somewhat enters Tshajbuterritory (even though in the background there’s still shower gel/aftershave involved and that doesn’t meet with charity in the Salem-Koshka household), however, she is currently feeling nauseous and hasn’t figured out whether it’s due to the ‘Bad Intense’ that she unusually sprayed on herself for the review or if it’s rather the clan pack of sweets in her belly.