SOME WORDS FROM THOSE WITH A NOSE…
“Along the promenade ambles an elegant figure, crisp white linen trousers flapping over a tatty pair of loafers, a pink sweater flung carelessly over the shoulders of a baggy but perfectly ironed lemon yellow shirt. This is Luciano, once the toast of the town and now in his dotage, yet still aware of the glances from women seated at cafes who should know better. Luciano sighs and keeps walking, wafting the gentle scent he sprayed on earlier that morning and which still makes him feel young: the scent of Debonaire.” Gustav Temple- Editor- The Chap Magazine.