Now, I know there are people out there who do like the smell of Play-Doh (personally, I'm more of a Silly Putty man, myself), and perhaps there are people out there who wouldn't mind putting on a little dash of "eau-du-Doh" before a night out on the town. But, let's not get out of hand, okay? I mean, too much of this stuff wafting through the air, and I'm certain we'll soon find ourselves wrestling with nostalgia for all things Kindergarten and pre-school. And, I don't know about you, but when I reminisce about the joys of Kindergarten, two things come to mind: milk and crackers and nap time.
Another drawback is the fact that if I am out on a date with a woman who smells like this ersatz-modeling clay, I don't know if I'll be able to successfully fight off the urge to put her on the floor and roll her out into a gigantic snake --the limit of my Play-Doh sculpting abilities.
On the other hand, if you'd like a nice, spine-crackling massage, this might just be the stuff to fool your man into giving you one. "Honey? Just close your eyes and pretend you're building a Play-Doh race-car."