Klein's Perfumery, a store which up until Christmas Day, I had no idea existed. However, having been so very generously gifted a (gift)certificate from Mr Smith's parents, I knew I'd have to give this place a visit, and pronto. Even "fake" money somehow manages to burn a whole in my pocket. I disgress.
I made the trip over to good old Fitzroy yesterday and, holy shitballs, how I lived without this store in my life up until now I have no idea.
The only thing I had pre-meditated using my voucher on was an exfoliator. Because what better way to treat yourself than scrubbing your body with what feels like a sand-paste mixture. Yummy. After speaking to the super knowledgable sales assistant, who simply stated 'if I could handle the smell of this stuff, it's definitely the one to get' I had pretty much decided this was the one for me. I won't lie and say it took much convincing, almost as soon as I saw it was l'Occitane I was sold. Don't ask me why, I've never owned anything by the French brand which could either prove or disprove my opinion of it being fancy and, for lack of a better word, good.
However, after now using it for the first time I can indeed confirm that this shit is is balls to the walls awesome. I left the shower feeling baby butt soft and if that isn't the aim of a good exfoliator I don't know what is. So, in short, I would highly recommend this bad boy for anyone a. willing to spend $55 for a product which is on your body for approximately 2.5 minutes and b. who doesn't mind smelling like Play-Doh. It'll re-ignite some glorious childhood memories if nothing else.
As for the unneccesary gathering of (yet more) candles. I knew once I found these little scamps, the original thoughts swirling around my brain of taking the matching moisturiser to the exfoliator home, were a pipe-dream that only the past me could deliberate on.
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