I'm on my way to the airport shortly to pick up my Dad, and I was saying goodbye to my husband. He took a deep sniff, and said, "You smell nice, what are you wearing?". So I answered him distractedly, "24 Fauborg". He said, "Twenty four of the borg?" and then in a faux-French accent said, "ze resistance, eeet eees futile!" LOL! Needless to say, I rarely wonder why I married this guy. He never fails to make me laugh! oh and ps, he's aware of and has been to the Mothership, and if I'm not mistaken he actually bought me this bottle of 24 Fbg. Hee!