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Greatly helpful Review14
From the extroverted, rather cheap bottle to the very sweet-synthetic fragrance - here it was immediately clear to me, in fractions of a second, that this attempt by Carolina Herrera to get hold of the "One Million" clientele will almost exclusively encounter deaf noses and evil tears on Parfumo. But I think I've proved enough times that it doesn't always have to suit my taste. So what do I say about this conspicuous "Bad Boy", which I could test at the airport in Prague?
He seems like a mixture of one of the Paco Rabanes from the current decade and Givenchys (unfortunately) discontinued "Very Irresistable for Him". "Invictus Night" might not smell dissimilar in the future. "Eros" and "Y" aren't far either. Presentation, campaign and the comparisons I have just mentioned are therefore likely to make the direction of the march clear to everyone. "Bad Boy" is a cocoa or rather milk chocolate scent, slightly nutty even. That doesn't have to be anything bad at first, especially not with my taste, which still tends slightly in the gourmand direction. However, this nougat-like backbone of the very immature and club-suited fragrance is surrounded by "finest" power synthetics, aggressive and banal, so that sometimes it is difficult to catch one's breath. Especially if you get your nose too close to him. I have seldom experienced pepper so stinging and tingling and fake, and there is always a Fanta vibe vibrating. And by that I don't mean the classic yellow one, but any of the even more fierce special editions. Exoticism from the laboratory, multifruit from hell, forced cleanliness meets chocolate factory. Cocoa meets freshly showered is simply... needs getting used to. That's nice of you. To say it badly: baaah! For the disco or the Shishabar it's enough, for everything else unfortunately not more. I guess I'm too old for that. That's not mine (anymore?).
Flacon: Shazam! goes Player
Shelf life: you have to sweat well, dance, drink in the club until it is washed off. Eight hours, but just take it easy. More like more.
Sillage: quite loud and intrusive, as expected.
Conclusion: uh, will this be the new hate object of the perfume community?! It wouldn't be undeserved, from the crass bottle to the scratchy cocoa scent. But it makes sense for its target group. Or is he himself too... wanted to be cool and gangsta?!