And Honey, I've missed you... (Updated)

As a white, male, American heterosexual approaching the age of 50 (don't worry, I'm not gonna whine about how I'm oppressed) I have a simultaneously dim and vivid memory of how Anne Francis' portrayal of super-hot female spy, detective, um—whatever-the-hell-she-was-except-she-had-a-skintight-head-to-toe-turtleneck-jumpsuit-and-a-pet-ocelot—Honey West was an, ahem, formative experience for my hormonally underdeveloped self during the 1965-66 season that Ms. West had a television series named for her. Just scored the VCI four-disc set of the complete series (definitely the first, and likely the last, DVD set with the copy "From Executive Producer Aaron Spelling" on its box that I'll ever spend money on), and will report back later as to whether the thrill has gone, or not. Or not. I don't wanna get too self-indulgent, after all...

UPDATE: Having just dipped into the set I have to say it does not disappoint. Francis is, um, sassy. And the half-hour format necessitates a lot of plot compression, so man are these episodes brisk. Quite a treasure trove for a variety of cultists, as Michael J. Pollard, Joe Don Baker, Ray Danton, and other such figures turn up in guest spots; Ida Lupino directs one episode. I had forgotten Honey's pet ocelot was named Bruce. He's adorable.

UPDATE: I grant the commenter Mr. Dayoub his wish below the jump.