I am a VIP. It says so here on my first-ever invitation to a perfume launch. There will be champagne, a chance to meet the perfumer, have a "bespoke fragrance consultation" and buy limited edition engraved bottles of . . .
"Breath of God"
BREATH OF GOD? What?? Why on earth would I want to dab a little god's-breath behind my ears? I can just imagine the conversation (between me and The Australian, not me and God - he's not spoken to me since I excommunicated myself):
Him: Mmm, what's that smell?
Me: Come a little closer.
Him: Mmm yes, it's you. Very nice.
Me: I got it today at a special launch. It's very exclusive.
Him: Nice. Put the laptop down and let's get cosy.
Me: Wow, okay then!
Him: Mmm, it's so good, what's it called?
Me: BREATH OF GOD.
Him: What?
Me: Yes, God has been breathing down my neck. It's God's breath.
Him: That is so not sexy.
Me: I know. Give me back the laptop.
3 comments:
Being an atheist, I am eagerly awaiting the release of BREATH OF RICHARD DAWKINS.
On the other hand, in French it would sound sexy even if the name were Breath of Satan.
(Or am I just blinded by my crush on Gaspard Ulliel?)
LOL!!!
Breath of God indeed. Whoever came up with that name deserves to be shot!
I can't think of anyone's breath that I'd like to smell like. Urgggh!
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