In the sack: An orangeishness, more unnatural than Tang.
Wet: A plasticness of sorts.
The touch: Neutral.
The feel: Limoncello, lemon jello, the tropical stuff the gigolette put in her radiator, I'm sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me, zug-zug, you're the captain.
The magic of our lives:くろごまアイスクリン, the skunk over here will bring you luck, the pump over here comes with a truck.
Final verdict: Needs more enervation.
In the sack: Lemon and orange
Wet: A tiny gulp of Lymon, like you might get from a 28cl bottle of Sprite, when you had wanted a real beverage instead.
Dry down: Olive oiled HARD.
The touch: The discarded husks of a bygone era.
The feel: In a power vacuum, those least deserving will sally forth to claim their prize.
The magic of our lives: Eh.
Final verdict: Neh.
In the sack: A cluster of conifers huddled together in the midst of a scary deciduous forest.
Wet: Rosemary with oil of baby.
Dry down: OOS6
The touch: Oleotastic
The feel: The push and pull. The tease and coax. The rapture. Russell. Chmmr. Shofixti. The shimmering of alibis.
The magic of our lives: Lumps from without
Final verdict: Deism is overrated.
In the sack: Sweet strawberry ammonia candy
Wet: Bread-in-a-can. You remember bread-in-a-can, don't you?
Dry down: OOS with reluctance
The touch: Crazy oil goodness
The feel: Orange groves, lemon groves, lime groves, but no citrus to be found. Tonsils, sweet tonsils. A frozen banana.
The magic of our lives: Homegirl done grunted at the maksha router.
Final verdict: To be stapled in.
In the sack: Mango vomit
Wet: That's right. Mango vomit
Dry down: Yes, yes, mango vomit
The touch: Slight greasiness
The feel: Little eddies. Dragons and a cloaked Death. The kissing of lips, the kissing of toes, the smelling of armpits, the coming to blows. The kissing of toes, the kissing of lips, the smelling of armpits, the coming to grips.
The magic of our lives: Must be a coincidence, but I don't see a gollywog on a pin.
Final verdict: Nah.
In the sack: Lemon
Wet: Citrus overload. The Colon Blow of Citrusland. Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.
Dry down: Nothing? Could it be nothing? It's nothing.
The touch: Very slightly and pleasantly oily.
The feel: The false Capped are doing the Tripod Timewarp again and there is some clutching at Toys ’R Us.
The magic of our lives: A good start.
Final verdict: Repeatable.
In the sack: rose
Wet: rose and citrus
Dry down: OOS4
The touch: Oily, almost enough.
The feel: She's a rambunctious little switch.
The magic of our lives: Piece without an overview.
Final verdict: May excel with accompaniment.
In the sack: eraser, but not Eberhard-Faber.
Wet: eraser with a slight touch of paint thinner
Dry down: OOS3
The touch: Oily, but not enough
The feel: Eh.
The magic of our lives: Fuck Glinda.
Final verdict: What's the point?
In the sack: Tang
Wet: Lemon-lime soda with a splash of Tang vomit
Dry down: OOS with eXtreme Ray of Prejudice
The touch: Sharp and pointy. Slightly oily. Perhaps not enough.
The feel: Oh my god, it's full of stars.
The magic of our lives: Ow, ow, ow.
Final verdict: What a lousy party.
In the sack: Lestoil and citrus.
Wet: Citrus and Lestoil.
Dry down: Opted-out and slammed.
The touch: Oilily fine.
The feel:
Vous comprendrez
Qu'j'préfère rester
Au fond d'mon lit
A méditer
Avec ma mie
Qu'est bonn' comm' du
Pain pas béni
Du pain perdu
A la myrtille
Qu'j'préfère visiter quêques endroits
De paradis
Du bout des doigts
Dans des pays
Tout en dentelles
Et qui tout droit
Vous mènent au ciel.
The magic of our lives: The transcendence is not of itself.
Final verdict: Too many variables spoil the objective.