Like a wild cat ranging across the savanna without a care in the world.
Like the essence of happiness trapped in a bottle.
Like the dreams of angels have rained down upon me.
Like the sun's rays have kissed me in a gentle embrace.
Dove women. I cannot stand the smell of deodorants made for men and so use a roll-on designed for women. Smells fresh, not particularly feminine and doesn’t leave me smelling like a thirsty teenage boy on his way to meet at a girl at the marina for bowling and pizza and a quick fingerblast on parking level 3.