Ma Vie Perfume

Now what can I do for you? I'd like to buy one of your animals. Er, not them. They are not animals. They are friends. They give you constant companionship. They're true to you. They are not animals.

Oh, right, Mr. I'm convinced. I want to buy a friend. Well, that's better. Now just what is your preference? Well, you see. How about a cute little wirehead? Terrier, just three months old. Got him in this morning.

Is that you don't like the little fellow? So friendly. I know, same. They don't care for dough. You don't care for dough. What I want is a cat. Oh, dear. Skis will have a beautiful Angola.

Or would you prefer a lush Peru? I don't care what it is as long as it's a cat. My dear lady, I don't think I understand, but I want you to be satisfied. Now, what kind of cat would you like?

I don't like cats. I just want to buy one. They don't like cats? No, they're ugly and treacherous, and I don't like them. Miss, if you don't like cats, why do you want to buy one?

Because the cat I buy is going to save my life. It's smud, smud, smud, smud, and you're sure it's pure. That my friends was the voice of a man, an enthusiastic friend of CV, describing what he likes about champagne velvet, the beer with the million-dollar flavor.

You too will find that CV is smooth from foam to finish. than that from your first sip of the rich, creamy foam that billows on top of your glass, right down to that last delicious drop. You'll find CV bright and sparkling, light and lively, with a clear, clean taste that makes you sure it's pure and stamps it as a beer of real