L'Impératrice Dolce & Gabbana 2009

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Beautiful early summer day.
Single white cotton clouds on an azure blue sky.
Crystal clear water sparkling in the sun.
A refreshingly citric breeze wafts through the majestic garden. It comes from the small bar, right next to the great pool. A dozen glasses are waiting there for refreshment with clinking ice cubes, in between slices of lemon and lime.
The first fruits arrive.
A cheeky kiwi dashes purposefully ahead and bang: butt bomb into the tempting pool. Laughter and amused looks.
Unexpectedly, the otherwise so quiet Mr. Rhubarb follows immediately with a perfect candle into the cool, clear water. His son immediately follows him. Surprise and admiration from all sides.
Even the melon no longer keeps it dry and happily lets it roll into the refreshing water. It dives under with a big splash, but quickly reappears again and is welcomed by the other fruits.
Look out! Here I come!
I jump into the water with joyful anticipation, my arms uplifted and cheering. My little crown flies off my head during my exuberant jump. Into the cool water. Happy and elated, right in the middle of it all.
A wonderful refreshment and the party, called life, goes on, naturally wrapped in my delicious fruits.