My husband wears Calvin Klein’s Crave. It smells heavenly. But the bottle is a piece of *$%! It has a strange, rounded bottom that doesn’t quite allow it to stand up straight. It has to lean against something.
And so, in our tiny medicine cabinet, my husband originally stuck the bottle into the furthest corner. Our cabinet is short and long, and opens by sliding either mirror horizontally. Every time I open that side, Crave falls out. Damnit. I pick it up and put it back inside. Then the door won’t close properly. This has gone on for about a year now.
So, today, Calvin Klein, you have leapt from my medicine cabinet for the last time. You jumped, I caught, and I carried you over to my perfume tray in the boudoir, where you now lay, emasculated, and I’m glad.
The shape is actually completely practical. Imagine going out at night - you have your mobile in one pocket, your CK Crave in the other. When you desire a spritz, you just pull out your CK, and everyone thinks you’re making a call! But it’s cologne! And it’s wonderful! And you can spritz yourself with the greatest of subtlety!
OK, perhaps I just don’t understand fashion or advertising or the combination of the two
