ArusMen's Hooded Classic Bathrobe Turkish Cotton Robe with Full Length Options

I usually do M/L. I ordered M/L but was a bit short especially sleeves. I exchanged it to with L/XL which came larger than what I would have wished for. If you are 182cm or 5’ 11” tall, go for L/XL

The look and the way if feels are amazing.. but get ready for the textile mess and to clean the area everytime you move it .. it makes a horrible mess

So I hardly ever do reviews, but this one merits it.I bought this as a Christmas Gift for my father. The thing is, my father has owned a ratty, clorox stained, semi-sentient purple bathrobe since before I was born. Said purple bathrobe had been an anniversary gift from my great-great grandmother to my great-great- grandfather, who had stared at its funky, clunky, Austin Powers-like pattern and immediately put it away in the farthest corner of his closet. My father found it in his teens, and proceeded to wear it for the next forty-something years of his life because whatever he may say, my dear father is a hipster at heart.Naturally, since it was bought on the early 60s and has been in use for 40+ years, the bathrobe was not only a horrible-decoration-ruining-eyesore it also stunk of a terrible smell I can only describe as “moist and loud”—at least, as soon as it was used. It stank up every single article of clothing that was put on the washer with it, and everything on a four feet radius of it when it was hanged to dry. Mind you, the damn thing smelled like cinnamon and apples as soon as it dried again, a smell that I suspect it beat up our other towels to steal (at this point, when it was dry, the other towels would smell repugnant), so my father never believed me or my mother. So the damn thing stayed and we had to resort to creative way of keeping it away from the rest of both our clothing and towels. Like a creeping, sweeping plague, it would also slowly infect the towels around it with its hideous grape-marmalade-gone-bad color. I wept over my collectible brand-new Princess Belle towel, stained purple and smelling of despair and disgrace, and swore revenge for the remaining pieces that would go on to become garage rags when my mother said it was too damaged to keep using, barely two weeks after I received it.Regardless of this vow of furious vengeance, my quest remained unfulfilled until this past Christmas.The horrible, no-good, terrible bathrobe had survived all of my and my mother’s attempt on getting rid of it. Which included buying him newer and more expensive ones, secretly throwing it into the trash, Clorox baths to make it rip, one memorable time when we grew desperate and tried to set it on fire only for the damn thing to never even lit. The bathrobe reigned supreme, somehow always returning to the hanger on our bathroom door, even when one time I missed my 9:00 am class to personally deposit it on a city garbage bin while my father was out. We begrudgingly and disgracefully accepted defeat.Anyways, I did not have much hope for this bathrobe actually being put to use—it was just a joke gift destined to be donated as soon as Christmas time passed and my father did not feel guilty about it. I had already bought my father another gift, when this bathrobe was suggested to me as a “cozy gift for your loved ones”. As bathrobes seemed to have gone out of fashion and even the blood-thirst for retribution sworn by a then six year old tends to run out, I had lost hope of ever being able to replace the Purple Monstrosity. But because spite is one of the few things that keep me going on this lawless universe, I bought it and proceeded to forget completely about it as soon as it was delivered and wrapped (on time too, so you go, Amazon vendor!).Cue Christmas Day—we have all opened our gifts and have reached a point of terminal fullness when my father spots the gift wrapped box to him at the very edge of our Christmas tree. He cheers when he sees it is addressed to him and I, an idiot, encourage him to open it without opening my camera app because I couldn’t remember what I bought and I didn't want to be permanently embarrassed on the forever world of my gallery. He opens it, and through his face flash so many emotions ranging from “what in the everloving fork” to “I have finally decided who shall be the sole heir of my non-existent fortune”.This new bathrobe fits him as he wanted—not too short as to not cover his knees, but not too long as to drag on the ground. It was blue, his favorite color, and was of material soft enough so he would not complain about itching, but not so soft as to squash it’s functionality as a drying artifice. It is thin, not thick, which would have been a downside if it didn’t mean it was less weighty for his old man bones to carry.The hideous purple monstrosity has finally been disposed off. Long live the new marvelous bathrobe.TLDR: This bathrobe finally convinced my father to get rid of his old cursed bathrobe. Best thing at a reasonable price range. Don’t hesitate, get rid of your (or a loved ones) old bathrobe before it gains sentience.

The bathrobe arrived and is a good fit. Not as long as expected, however, still longer than most men's robes. The quality is good, although I expected the cotton to be a bit heavier. Still its a great weight for hubby and he was impressed with it. Happy to recommend.

Am I a Jedi Knight or did I just get out of the shower? Am I flying the millennium falcon on the Kessel Run in less than 11 parsecs or am I sitting at my computer? Am I having a light saber battle or just scaring my pets while sweeping the house? No matter the activity this robe does it. In all seriousness very happy with my purchase, biggest issue with this thing is changing out of it because it’s so comfortable. Great quality.

Todo ok

Liked it so much ordered a second