The name may sound like a terrible made-for-television movie shown during the festive period, but rest assured! It’s not actually called Christmas Alley. Phew. The holiday impression thus drawn in cheerful colors gives pleasure; it shows magnificent nature, laughing people with bright eyes and a sparkling vitality!

If you’re a hardcore shopper, or if like me, you just fancy a poke around the shops every now and then, you’re in for a treat. What I'm telling you is that "A Girl In Capri" is a summer-sun-sea-holiday pretending beautiful summer scent. I smell lemon, driftwood (woody, a teeny bit musty, like damp wood even) and sea spray with a hint of salt. The grapefruit blossom shows through with a slightly soapy note and very delicate sweetness. I don't detect the musk, even as a powder. I think to myself, he should hold the whole thing together somehow. But the clarity of Girl of Capri, who is anything but feminine, but who is definitely unisex capable, is a secret tip for you for this summer.

So I enjoy my place under trees, surrounded by aromatic fresh scents, happy people and pleasant warmth. I would gladly take a piece of wood or two in my hand, stroke its water-polished smoothness, and listen to what this wood has to tell. Gelis and Pudelbonzo have already written really nice commis to this fragrance, but I would like to take up the cudgels for him today.

The best selection is in Sapori di Positano on Via dei Mulini – this little shop has everything that it is possible to produce from the humble lemon. Family run, it’s best known for its line of traditionally-made limoncello, a lemon liqueur that you’ll see quite frequently in the Amalfi Coast area. But don’t settle for the more-generic ones you see in the tourist shops; this is the better stuff. But my favourites are the sweet treats: the lemon candies, nougat (nothing is better than Italian nougat!), and lemon chocolate. Yes, you read that right, lemon chocolate. Want some more Capri info? Read about my day there, and find out the best things to do on your trip. Positano: Lemon goodies It lies piled up, by now well dried and in whimsical shapes, in a corner, telling faintly salty-smelling stories of life on the sea.

Right, sniffing perfume, but I could not have dreamed of the serious consequences of this fragrance flirtation