I bought this, very macho, aftershave lotion recently as a gift for my father this Christmas. He's not actually getting it - I'll be the one wearing it - but I just know he's going to appreciate its effects. Because it is SO macho that, when he smells it on me, it might just distract him from the fact that I will be (quite defiantly) wearing make-up, a frock or some other item that, conventionally at least, might perhaps otherwise be found on a member of the female of the species. Which isn't quite me, although I am always on the lookout for new and interesting ways in which to explore my 'feminine side'. Having said that, this aftershave positively drips with testosterone in a way that, even I, might sometimes envy. It is long-lasting and manages to combine the smell of classic 'Brut' with a warm undercurrent of honey. Or maybe not honey... but something sweet and pleasant anyway.
I am hopeful that that marvellous juxtaposition (which, at the very least, will see a stocking and high heel combo taking on a generous application of Brut Musk) will have him going a bit doolally, like that computer that comes a cropper trying to understand the concept of noughts and crosses in 'War Games'. Of course, as that film sort of suggests, there is a chance that my sitting down to Christmas lunch dressed in an evening gown, high heels and a tiara might just lead to the start of World War III, should my very own 'Joshua' decide to launch a few Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles in my direction. If they're weapons of the verbal variety, I shall simply hide behind my ex-wife (if that does not, in any way, suggest that she is fat) and stick my tongue out at him. If, on the other hand, he turns physically violent, I shall simply hide behind my ex-wife (I have haven't I? I HAVE just suggested that she is fat!) and set her on him.
Whatever happens, I shall very much enjoy watching the spectacle!