Cire Trudon newby: Calabre

On the Calabrian coast of Italy, licorice scents gently perfume the shores as they sail towards Africa. Smoothly blended by the wind with gust of myrrh and incense, they hum a Mediterranean hymn.

Kelly thinks it smells like a mixture of marshmellows and baby powder and Alice thinks it smells like an old fashioned lolly store owned by a witch. In saying that, we both LOVE it.

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