I'm pleased that Oregon Monkeys are a different species than Arizona Monkeys.
Oregon Monkeys don't just leave a poor little one all unattended on the street, like Arizona Monkeys. I remember when I first ordered Un Emile, when I lived in Tucson. Poor little Emile was sitting out on the front step for all the world to see, waiting for someone to abduct him. Fortunately, I arrived in time to rescue him from strange men (or did I?).
The Oregon Monkeys left a note telling me I can come pick the twins up at Monkey Day Care. Which I did today . . . Had to drive to work so I could pick them up, and now parked in the shade so the twins won't get overheated in the truck.
Granted, these Monkeys STILL don't know how to read instructions like "Call so I may pick up at Day Care"! If they could, I'd have picked up the twins yesterday!
I've never heard someone say how much they like an absinthe, then describe it as having candle wax and body odor scents. What unusual tastes you do have!