Fragrance Reviews by CoTHukoB

My unrefined and unsophisticated nose (probably due to lack of breeding) has a theory about the D&G. In 1994, someone at Dolce said: "Hey, that Ungaro 1993 kinda rocks, let's fruit it up and put our name on it". And so it came to pass.

Inside every bottle of D&G, there is an Ungaro III struggling to claw its way back to the light. :D

That said, those in their twenties will probably prefer the D&G to Ungaro. But if i were you, i'd try both and choose.

The 88 arrived from London accompanied by customs slips which certified that it was not intended for chemical warfare. I should have ordered from the Cambridge Chemists, but actually enjoy paying foreign exchange fees. Kidding.

There's no hiding from this one. It opens with a blast which must be akin to the Flugabwehr-Kanone, or as it is better known, the FlaK88. In retrospect, i should not have been surprised. After all, they do have the same caliber - and likely, comparable potential to destroy armor. For a moment, i lost the power of speech and completely forgot how to speak English. The scent is so simple, it's tremendously complicated. Still trying to pour the shotglass of impressions that the 88 offers into my thimble of a brain. (haha)

This is what Marquis de Sade must have worn. It's pure evil. No, wait. This is what Ghandi must have worn. It's pure good. It's a paradox, and unlike some fragrances with which you co-operate, the 88 is a tool you use. For pure evil, pure good.

Handle with caution. (no haha)