It is like the essence of a summer’s dusk when that illustrious interval between day and evening begins its transformation. It commences as you’re out playing Frisbee with your friends and you hardly notice that the sun is setting until it’s so dark that the disk looks like a blurry white plate of dots slowly cutting through the dimness. At this point, there are more fumbles than catches, however no one is disappointed. The crickets begin their evening symphony as a day of spontaneous adventuring comes to a close and the anticipation of an exciting night causes the heart to pulsate faster. Your senses begin to race as the ash-laden air integrates with the starry twilight; the crackle of a bonfire collides with the thump-bump of blood pumping through your veins. It gives me goose bumps.
Have you ever noticed how everyone smells like a pair of ghandi's sandals after playing frizbee together for more than half an hour?
Not me. I use Lynx Aquatica. And through careful digestion, not even my farts smell. Unlike the bloke who lives downstairs from me, who smells like a rat that's died under the floorboards.
