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.