Ah ...Kouros ...Kouros You splendid stubborn boy !
Where do I begin to tell the greatness of this greatest of all times.
Kouros always reminds me of a dry-cleaners in one of the oldest alleys of city in summer when the sun is going down.
Kouros always reminds me of a mid-age white-dressed merchant in an airport or a mid-eastern white-dressed gangster boss sitting in his big apartment with gunmen around him in a 1980s summer afternoon.
Kouros reminds me of those unforgettable summer sunsets when I was wearing it with a white shirt and was going out with the most sexy woman ever...
Kouros is my greatest feelings and memories' scent and I'll keep wearing it until death.
08 May, 2012 (Last Edited: 14 May, 2012)