Play It Sexy Playboy 2010 Eau de Toilette

Oh God, now I smell like a secondary school. Like heavy smoky eyes early in the morning, like "I'll just say it like this" and like only buying postcards in bookstores!

That's what I thought after I took a shy tester sprayer of "Play it sexy." A sticky compote of about a zillion calories clung to my wrist and in seconds also to my nose. I just wanted to crawl away, make myself invisible, or lick the sweet chemical club off my wrist. If necessary, bite off my entire forearm.

Holy Mary Mother of God! I couldn't get home fast enough (um... on foot and by train, I have neither a car nor a driver's license). I was carrying my aging Asta bag and my heavily oxidized Art Deco silver jewelry demonstratively like a shield in front of me. "Nooo, this pink-tacky scent cloud does not belong to me. So please. Me? No way!"

Barely arrived home (it actually took over an hour in the end), I was just about to smugly and sourly peel off the sweet scent band-aid (that is, wash it off, scrub it off, and over-perfume), when I risked one last disgusted sniff. And then "Oops! Well, well."

Yes. Oops. The killer top note of pure canned fruit water had vanished, and a smoky-creamy cocktail emerged, like one I had enjoyed somewhere in the high-end fragrance corner. Damn!! Remorsefully, I moved my stubborn, arrogant ass out of the bathroom and sniffed and sniffed delightfully at the aforementioned wrist until my nasal mucosa hurt.

Well. I'm still sniffing. Where do I know this scent from? It's so beautiful, so flirtatiously smoky-sweet. I had to check if anyone before me had figured out which big brother the Playboy perfume leans on. Unfortunately, no luck. But then I read about the sister scent "Play it spicy" that it almost resembles Gaultier's Classique. Yes! That's it! "Play it sexy" smells (also) like Gaultier's Classique, only much sweeter. But it has that floral-flirtatious smokiness!

Now I absolutely have to try "Play it spicy." I can imagine that it contains less canned fruit water and more flirtatious smoke. Then it's definitely something for me-despite the creepy bottle (ugly bottles have never deterred me). Otherwise, possibly (with a lot of courage) "Play it sexy" could also be a candidate for purchase for me.

Conclusion: This bunny is, contrary to all my prejudices, not a scent solely for the Katzenbergers or their wannabes. It is also for them, but not just for them. Honey-Bunny definitely deserves our attention and a chance (or even two).

P.S. Bunny lasts like the Duracell bunny.

P.P.S. Bad bunny. Now it's evening and after all that sniffing, it really feels like a storm in my chambers. Bunny dear, play it somewhere else, not with me. Two ibuprofen please!