The Rolls Royce of sun protection.
For skin like a Japanese doll.
So good someone must have made a pact with the devil.
We’re robbing the piggy bank to get our next hit.
M finally achieves career success with a spot of bathrobe modelling (may contain beauty tips too).
Pschitt in your hair.
M doesn’t want to smell like Baby Jesus.
Top-dollar ruby-crystal miracle.
The creamiest of creamies.
Plump and shiny, like a seal.
M did not steal eyelashes from a dwarf. True fact.
Fruit salad for your face
For who? FOR HER.