Joop! Homme Joop! 1989 Eau de Toilette

Kalle, in certain situations also called Ralle!, is a lude from Recklinghausen who goes up to 4 times a week under the Ghettotoaster. Sitting broad-legged in front of his "line", occasionally grasping his hand at his crotch, he whistles after every little ug that sneaks past him. "Hey, doll, stop right there!" he's groaning after him. His hydrogen blonde mulcow hairstyle is always top styled. His 585 gold chain dangles around his wide neck, which connects to his torrero bull neck. Always a close look at his left arm, where his Rolex Daytona platinum prances casually. Chewing gum, he throws a big grin at his buddy: "Club, what day?"

Kalle gets up and marches on string tracks with his pump jogging pants and the fine-ribbed shirt into his boot and checks the situation. He reaches over the counter, sips his protein shake and takes another few splashes of his "Prinzporno-Wässerchens", from which he feels he has a bottle in every room of his establishment.
Top motivated he slaps off his buddy, sits down on his fire chair and shoots off. His hair is smashing on his solarium-tanned skin.

In no time at all he is at the lake, where his fire stool settles in the coarse-grained sand. No topic for Kalle, he extends the stand, parks the hot oven, takes a running start, shouts: "BOOmmBeeeee", and claps like a Germanic foundling on the water surface. Broad grinning he appears, his posse is already crouching on the shore laughing: "Ham is waiting for you, RAALLLEEE!" Who thinks, the towel comes now... no Kalle dieselt himself first and rubs himself dry with the hands and Homme - why a towel. The heliotrope cinnamon vanilla bomb is spreading all over the gravel ball. "Kalle!", shrine them all: "You're the greatest!", Kalle grins and lets herself be celebrated.....

For me one of the most crude (in the positive sense) fragrances of the late 80s and 90s. Here something was created, which did not exist in the form yet and does not really exist until today. You have to dare him - not for everyone - but unfortunately, I find him just skilful.

the only downside is it says "Joop" on it. I had to wait on that pompous guy at the hotel. here I don't continue writing, otherwise it is still called "slander"...
All in all a milestone of this time and an evergreen