Kokolores548

It was during my primary school years in the 90s. It was winter, bitterly cold and pitch dark. The alarm clock rang at 6:30 a.m. on the dot. It was time to get up. Still half asleep, I made my way to the bathroom, where my father was already getting ready for work. The bathroom smelled of aftershave and Nivea face cream. A quick glance at the clock. Damn, I'm late again, my father cursed and quickly left the bathroom. He came running back relatively quickly to spray on 5-6 sprays of Kouros. What remained was a cloud of pure masculinity. I always looked up to my father and always thought he was great. He worked in the bank and attached great importance to a well-groomed appearance and, of course, the right fragrance. Suit with tie and leather shoes. With Kouros, you are taken seriously and respected, he always told me.
He bought this fragrance on his graduation trip to Paris in 1985. Slowly, slowly, his bottle is coming to an end. However, he doesn't have the heart to use up the last drops of his Kryptonite.


Sometimes I spray myself with Kouros to feel strong and invincible. I haven't really smelled this fragrance since 1998. I have heard of many reformulations and that it has lost some of its power. Nevertheless, it will always have a special value in my life. Security, strength, nostalgia ...

Where should I start? How should I stop? I don't know.

It's a summer's day like any other in warm Italy. I stroll through the alleyways of Florence and take in all the sights and smells. There is something to discover on every corner. Here is a fruit stall with ripe fruit straight from the region. Peaches as far as the eye can see. On the other side of the street, a florist sells fresh roses. Next door, someone is selling his spices, freshly imported from the Orient. It's like a story from 1001 Nights. This beautiful feeling of skillful idleness or as the Italians like to say 'il dolce far niente'. It is a masterpiece that radiates incredible strength and elegance. It was like love at first sight.