E: I know how much you enjoy our chats about fragrance, M. M: Oh no. Miss M, she no here. She go away. Long…
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.
Orwellian purity. FOR YOUR FACE.
E jumps on the bright lip bandwagon.
Cactus spleen extraction tool
Insatiable for Milka TUC.
M’s favourite lipsticks for dancing. Not for smearing on beards.