Dolce Garden Dolce & Gabbana 2018

Put me up, put me down
Put my cocktail on the ground
Put some hazelnut in it
That makes me happy!

Put me up, put me there
Raffaelos everywhere
Put me up, put me down
And make me happy!

Put me up, put me there
Dolce, Dolce everywhere
Like that Italian boy
Who makes my heart go:

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai!...

To answer the question right away: YES, ona soshla s uma (she has gone crazy). But a long, long time ago.
And so Tshajbukoshka hops tipsily and cheerfully through the summer, through the city, music in her ears and Dolce Garden on her fingers (after all, she listened to Signor Iltis Cravacho during her third test today and tried out his finger hat method).

Dolce Garden starts off slightly alcoholic and fruity, the mandarin hits Tshajbukoshka's nose unceremoniously and kindly rolls away shortly after.
“When will the liquid calories finally arrive that don’t land on my hips?!”, muses Signorina impatiently to herself, while she is surrounded by a hint of cocoa (even though it’s not listed, it has been sitting on the table for a good half hour). Gradually, the Raffaelos plop into the cocoa. Here and there, a hint of flowers wafts around Signorina Verfressovna Tshajbukoshka. Which ones? Robots with mustard, she doesn’t care.
She is in Einklyang-Ylang with herself.

And if she hasn’t died, she continues to dance while munching on Raffaelos, sipping her hazelnut vanilla cream coconut cocktail.
“Perché la vita è bella, perché la vita è rara!” (“Because life is beautiful, because life is crazy,” from Tiziano Ferr[er]o: Balla per me - Dance for me)