Have you ever met someone, got along really well and then, all of a sudden, they opened their mouth and said just one sentence that ruined everything?
I guess we all had that on a date, but it does happen absolutely everywhere.
To me it happened recently when reading a review. A review on the Omorovicza Cleansing Foam. The blog was a nice one, clean layout, structured approach, focus on the ingredients, and the more I read, the more I thought: Could that be one of my new blogging bffs? One to chat skincare on Twitter all night? Discuss ingredients? Recommend serums?
But then, last paragraph. The sentence that ruined everything: „Perfect for using in the shower – just apply and rinse with hot water.“
No flannel? In the shower? Hot Water? We would never get along! But maybe I got along with the Omorovicza Cleansing Foam? Read more
Whenever I hear Queen of Hungary, I immediately think of Sissi, the movies. They might not be very popular outside of Germany, but here they were a must see when I was young and without fail are repeated every Christmas.
Now Sissi was technically the empress of Hungary, and her story has nothing to do with Omorovicza, but what can I do? Childhood influences have the better on us for the rest of our lives.
The Queen of Hungary face mist I am talking about today was inspired by a perfume made in the 14th century. For Elisabeth, Queen of Hungary. And if it is fit for a queen, how could I resist? But does it stand the test of modern times? Let´s see.
Do you remember the first time you traveled without your parents? For me, that happened on a school trip when I was about 16 years old. We went to Israel.
Despite doing what a bunch of 16 year olds do when they spend three weeks together, we managed to get some cultural highlights in as well. Staying in a Kibbuz for a few days, visiting heritage sites, going to the desert and of course, swimming in the Dead Sea.
We had all looked forward to floating in the sea, but to be honest, the whole floating thing wasn’t as great as I had thought it would be.
It was something else that remained more memorable: My first ever mud treatment! It was more of a slather yourself in mud and take pictures posing in a bikini thing than a treatment, of course, but my skin felt so soft and cleansed afterwards I was unable to forget.
Mud or clay masks have accompanied me ever since, working miracles on my acne-prone skin, and while I usually stick to drugstore versions (clay is a cheap ingredient after all), I recently caved and got a pot of Omorovicza Deep Cleansing Mask .