Play by Givenchy (For Men)

There are 2 versions of this, Play Eau de Toilette and Play Eau de Toilette Intense.  I am reviewing the former.

 

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This perfume was launched in 2008 and is still in production.  It was created by perfumers Emilie Copperman and Lucas Siezac.  I can't seem to find out who designed the bottle.

 

Top notes:  Bergamot, Mandarin, Bigarade, Grapefruit

Middle notes:  Amaris Wood, Coffee, Black Pepper

Base notes:  Vetiver, Tonka Bean, Patchouli

It is a playful fragrance which is aimed at the youth market, and Justin Timberlake is the spokesman.

I personally find it to be a clean, modern, inviting fragrance which I like for teenage boys and younger men.  It is, however, a bit too youthful for middle aged and older men, in my opinion.

Retail price varies, but averages at around 50€ for 50 ml and 70€ for 100 ml, which isn't cheap, but also not so bad given how recent and popular it is.

Your Mother Or Your Wife ?

Like it or not, most men will save their mothers first if their mother and wife are both drowning at the same time, so asking your husband this question and expecting to hear a different answer is stupid !  Why would any wife expect otherwise?

Women’s lives become utter chaos from the moment the conceive until they hit their graves, due to constantly worrying about their children.  After all a woman goes through for her children, why would any woman ever expect to come into the picture and be given preference?  A wife can be replaced at any time, but a mother cannot.   Almost all mothers have earned and deserve the highest level of respect from their sons, and expect it from their daughters-in-law as well.  What is so unreasonable about that ?

Do wives ever think of what their mothers-in-law went through during pregnancy, labour, delivery and post partum? Do they ever think of the sleepless nights which their mothers-in-law had while attempting to soothe an insconsolable infant  or sick child? Do they ever think of the tears that their mothers-in-law shed while trying to comfort their sons, wishing that they could transfer their children’s pain and discomfort to themselves?

Why do wives pick apart and publicize the faults of their mothers-in-law but expect their husbands to overlook and hide theirs?

It is time that all women be more humble to the wonderful, strong women who gave them the husbands  who went on to make them mothers!

Unknown Farewell

I have concluded that those are the 4 ways in which people die.

(1)  Accident:   natural disaster, vehicular accident, plane crash, boating mishap, sporting injury turned fatal, a stray bullet, dog bite, fire, drowning, crushed, in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the list goes on...

(2)  Illness:   pretty much self-explanatory.

(3)  Homicide:   medical malpractice, shooting, stabbing, strangling, a blow to the head, poisoning, beaten, drowning, starvation, and more…

(4)  Unexplained :  where you just drop dead with no known cause or explanation to mankind.


Of course this list is not at all exhaustive, but ever so often I ponder on this and wish that I could know how and when it would be my time to go. If only we could know what is in our future... .

And A Good Day To You Too Sir!

The young, not-so-gentle man who paid us an unannounced visit during the pre-dawn hours last Friday, decided to return 4 days later at 2:23 am, to star in his 'surprise, welcome back' bash which my husband and I had been all too eager to throw in his honour. He was greeted with a very rusty cutlass blade to his scalp and forehead, as my skilled, cutlass weilding husband lept through the air on spotting his shadow through our bedroom window, firing chop after chop. He (the thief) screamed in pain as he bled profusely while simultaneously trying to descend the building's exterior with his life, and I screamed in synchronization for added dramatic effect. Though we were disappointed that he failed to catterpult to the warm concrete pavement waiting below to cushion his fall, we were equally entertained when he less than gracefully landed on the 3rd floor balcony railing, where he managed to successfully scare the dickens out of the old, retired spinster and her sole housemate - her feline companion. From there, he skillfully made a cat like descent down the walls of the building's exterior, until he safely landed on the sidewalk, where he proceeded to squeal in pain from his freshly carved face, while skeedaddling to a presumably safer haven. Too excited to sleep, my husband and I spent the rest of what should have been our slumber filled hours, repeating the aforementioned events (which sadly only lasted for a few seconds) to each other. My husband's favourite part was obviously his handywork, and my favourite was getting to hold my husband by the feet, while he dangled precariously out of the window and over the balcony to continue presenting his gift to our expected, uninvited house guest.

Evolution of Language

Since when has it become acceptable to refer to human offspring by the same name which we use to refer to the offspring of goats?  If it is okay to call a child a kid, then perhaps it is also okay to call his father a ram?

Just sayin’… !