Truthfully, I never had a thing for rubber duckies in my bath tub.
My strong preference is for a sexy man and glass of Veuve Clicquot, in water as hot as we can stand, accompanied by bubbles cascading onto the floor. If the water is totally infused with testosterone, I might go for a single malt whiskey or Remy.
Did I say candles?
Personally, I like the feel of glass in my hand — but then I never got into the rabbit either. Give me a cool, glass art sculpture in my palm, any day of the week. And better yet …