Have you guys heard about the Whopper perfume? It's not new, they were selling it before Christmas and apparently it was selling very well. I only found out about it when I was researching news based listening exercises for my students. This has actually turned out to be a great classroom activity as we discuss perfume and smell. Before I play the news item about the burger perfume, we discuss possible new fragrances from a gas station, fast food places and more intangible things like our childhood, peace and the 21st century. Then I play the news item about the new perfume, Flame, which you can see at the Fire meets desire website. (Get it?) Anyway, you would think that this would be what, a novelty or a gag gift of some sort. They are full-on serious about this and if you listen to the news story you'll hear of a young man quoted saying, "I'd like the body spray better if it had the smell of extra cheese." This always gives us the giggles in class. Anyway on the site you can (virtually) spray the perfume and the scene changes to all of these romantic settings, the beach at sunset, a roaring fireplace, hearts and angels and champagne. Clearly they are trying to say that smelling like a hamburger is romantic, right? But then, mixed in with the romantic settings is Mr Burger King himself taking a bath and beckoning you to join him. If you scroll through enough of the scenes, you will see Mr Burger King popping the cork on the champagne and pouring it on himself. It is all just too bizarre! Which of course means that I just have to get some. My favorite slogan on there is "behold the scent of seduction, with a hint of flame-broiled meat." I don't ever wear perfume, ever ever ever. In fact, I try to always buy unscented things.
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Just the other day we were really low on soap and I had forgotten to pick some up while I was out shopping so I asked Serge to get some while he ran another errand. I should have known better. I didn't recognize the shape of it when I noticed it in the shower yesterday morning and then the smell was not too strong and I almost praised him for a good soap selection. Until. The soap didn't seem like it wanted to be washed off, and I just couldn't get that squeaky clean feeling. Ugh, what the hell kind of soap did he buy? I rummaged in the trash afterward and found it: Olay Body, softer, smoother skin in 7 days. Serge, in case you missed that memo, we are not females! Olay? As in OIL of Olay? Great, slathered an oily substance all over me. I kept smelling my arms all day and I could still smell the "soap" on me when I went to bed. I have buy soap on my list today, but then you already knew that.