I have all kinds of trouble with the ad for Belvedere vodka that's been running in magazines for a few months, and which I recently saw blown up large enough to accentuate its faults at the Broadway-Lafayette subway station, gateway to Downtown Bar Country.
I love me a vodka martini (though I prefer Chopin). But if I'm reading the ad correctly, the message is that if you drink enough vodka, you will find yourself providing oral satisfaction to an underendowed man with bad taste in jeans in a room with poor lighting, and will have to reapply your lipstick by glancing at his hideously shiny belt buckle because you were too stupid to bring a mirror with you.
Been there, done that, and it's not my idea of luxury. I think I'll stick to Hendrick's gin.