Cabana La Rive Eau de Toilette

“Dimmi perché quando penso, penso solo a te?!
Dimmi perché quando vedo, vedo solo te!
Dimmi perché quando credo, credo solo in te - GRANDE AMORE!
Dimmi che mai...
che non mi lascerai mai!”
(Say to me, why when I think, do I only think of you?!
Say to me, why when I see, do I only see you!
Say to me, why when I believe, do I only believe in you - great LOVE!
Say to me that...
that you will never leave me!
Il Volo - Grande Amore. Translation by 4ajbukoshka, whose Italian is not perfect, but she doesn’t care because she is incredibly and unhappily in love.)

Where was I?
I am in love. Yes. For a very long time. With the sailor. With the sailor of the right sailor.
And this is about his best friend.
The two grew up together, they don’t look particularly similar on the outside, but they act like brothers when it matters.
They share a lot: hobbies, memories, even their favorite food (lasagna).
But not the girlfriend, neither is a clone of the other, no, I wouldn’t use that word here, as it has a negative connotation for me and sounds like a failed attempt.

So this wannabe bad boy named Cabana... he is overly attractive, almost as much as his best friend, MY FRIEND, the most attractive man ever... but somehow I don’t perceive him that way, because... oooooh... he is actually cuddly and sweet.
But he only admits that when I throw myself into his arms feeling sad and abandoned.
Sad and abandoned because the sailor is gone.
A sheep in wolf's clothing, then.
(At this point, let me say: no, my friend hasn’t left me. A man stole my favorite perfume - and that is much worse.)

Am I the only one who thinks of a cigar when looking at the bottle?
A cigar?! Yuck. No. Cigars are only cool in movies because you can’t smell them and the wearers sit there in elegant coats, sometimes with hats, and then... speak Italian.
But this one isn’t that bad.
So let’s start with the bottle: it’s okay. My feminine hands find it a bit large, but for men it’s probably much more handy, or, as they say: ergonomic. I like that it is matte and you can still see how much content it has left.

As for longevity, I can say: on the pillow it lasts fantastically. As if the sailor (wearer) had just laid on it a few hours ago and left me. And that, even though he has been gone since yesterday.
On my skin, I still perceive vanilla and amber in the evening (white moss? No idea how that smells, if I knew, I could say something about it), but I must admit that I reapplied during the day.
The sailor’s best friend, who pretends to be a bad boy and acts like a cigar, lasts maybe four hours on my skin, maybe a little more.

I’ve mentioned it in another comment, but I’m happy to repeat myself:
As with all LaRives, in my opinion, it’s better to pinch your nose for the first few seconds, at least until the slightly sharp alcohol smell has faded.
It’s worth it.
For me, these are two similar but still different scents, the sailor and his best friend.
I like them both, I adore the sailor, worship him, melt away, I cling to him like flies to... whatever flies cling to.
With his best friend, I have a brother-sister relationship. He comforts me during heartbreak. He gives me strength when I want to feel less small and shy. I may look sweet in the little dress, but I have teeth on my hair, because he stands behind me, even if he doesn’t stand out to everyone else.
In his own way, he makes me happy. And not poor.
Cabana is a silly name. I prefer to call him Andrea (which is a male name in Italian, but I intentionally chose it to be ambiguous) - and I thank him here for the friendship and comfort.