I'm glad somebody else brought this up, because I hate coming across like a whining cheap bastage. But now that someone has borne the cross for me, howzaboutit? But none of that 10ml stuff. At long last, I know what I like--that rough-edged Camtel that dances on my throat like Turkish and domestic harlots with tattoos on their forearms and runs in their nylons--and see no further need for 10ml promiscuity.