Ted Max Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Anette, I retain an oz or two of Alfred Dunhill's > finest - a larger share of which was given to me > by my late pa when he departed for the night train > to Southampton Docks one night. "Keep this, > Theodore old son," he said, "and remember, if you > can smell it when you're wearing it, you're > wearing too much". He kissed my protruding > cheekbones and left, arse first, through the > cloakroom window. Swoon... * swims back into the memory of time * I just love that ribbed golden dome on the end of Alfred's finest. " Ahh, just the smell of it " Nette