CocoIsland

I wear a pure vest. At least when I have sprayed on this fragrance. It smells flawlessly professional, not angular, not edgy, and certainly not intrusive.
Cool and powdery, it comes with a hint of sweetness. As if you were noticing the first signs of spring on a frosty morning.
Prada L'Homme is truly a fragrance you can't go wrong with. It's an all-rounder that doesn't clash and yet finds much favor with both men and women alike.

A little girl is at the fair. For this special occasion, she is pampered by her parents to her heart's content. She devours an entire pack of raspberry jelly, followed by cotton candy, and finally a bar of milk chocolate. Afterwards, she happily takes a spin on the old carousel. A fatal mistake, as it quickly turns out. The girl can barely get off the little horse before she expels the previously consumed treats onto the grass.
This scent is practically everywhere at the moment, and it is truly an affront to the nose. It smells like a terribly overpowering berry explosion, with a hint of chocolate and something undefined and sour mixed in. I cannot understand how so many people seem to be crazy about this fragrance. If someone wearing this perfume sits near me on the bus, I have to move to another seat, as I feel nauseous within seconds and develop a strong headache.

No other fragrance combines the carefree spirit and essence of those wonderfully long summer days like Sun Men. The scent is not overtly masculine; it is sweet and soft and not at all overpowering. It resembles a relaxed laugh more than a seductive wink. Yet that is exactly what summer embodies for me.