Review: Dior Fahrenheit

Mention Dior Fahrenheit to anyone familiar with the scent and you already know their first impression -- gasoline, right?

Not for me.

Review: Prada Luna Rossa Extreme

When I was a child, one of the experiences I looked forward to was waiting for my grandmother to come home after her trips to the U.S.. She would bring back an entire box filled with toys, and taking that first look inside was equal to, if not greater than, my anticipation for Christmas day. Except that there was a whole buttload of goodies all packed tightly together and revealed in a flourish of the cardboard lid.

Along with that awe-inspiring sight would be the identifiable scent of anything coming from the States. That airy, piney sort of scent that emanates from freshly opened luggage and unpacked clothes. Even now, it's something that I associate with quality and class, of bright, cool, and slightly unfamiliar air, and uplifting memories of my childhood.

Enter Prada Luna Rossa Extreme.