CocoIsland

I'm wearing a clean slate. At least once I've sprayed that scent on myself. It smells immaculately professional, not angular, not angular and certainly not intrusive.
Cool and powdery, it comes with a dash of sweetness. It's like on a frosty morning, perceiving the first heralds of spring.
Prada L'Homme is really a fragrance you can't do much wrong with. It is an all-rounder, who does not touch and nevertheless finds much pleasure, with man and woman equally.

There's a little girl at the fair. On this special occasion the parents spoil it to their heart's content. It squeezes a whole pack of raspberry jellies, followed by cotton candy and finally a bar of milk chocolate. Afterwards it turns merrily a round on the old carousel. A fatal mistake, as it turns out quickly. The girl can just climb down from the little horse, and already she gets rid of the previously eaten delicacies on the meadow.
You can smell this scent practically everywhere at the moment and it is really an imposition for the nose. It smells like a terribly penetrating berry explosion to which a hint of chocolate and something undefined acid has been added. I can't understand how so many people seem to dig this scent. If someone in the bus sits near me wearing this perfume, I have to sit in another place, because it makes me sick within a few seconds and severe headaches occur

No other fragrance combines the light-heartedness and spirit of these wonderfully long summer days like Sun Men. The fragrance is not very masculine, it is sweet and soft and not intrusive at all. It's more like a relaxed laugh than a seductive wink. But that's exactly what summer embodies for me.