August 10, 2012 |
I’m not much into the whole male grooming thing. Ok, bit of an understatement. I currently resemble an orangutang (ginger, in need of a haircut, and 1 week unshaven) and smell as I did aged fifteen, having worn the same cheesy aftershave for about a decade. But having decided my waif physique needed addressing in the last few months, my hands are suffering the effects of feebly pulling at weights. As you’ll have noted from her Tentastics, Sophie in the office is MAD into Aesop, and has recommended, in the style of some day time TV expert, the enclosed. The handwash contains fine frade milled Pumice and Bergamot rind with a woody blokeish aroma, to exfoliate. Secondly the hand balm nourishes, hydrates and locks in moisture. Et voila, I may now stand a chance of gaining muscle mass, without Chiwawa whimpering my way through the whole process!
by Vincent Levy
