Description
Shots! Shower Gel PICKY PRISCILLA 500 ml
WHO AM I?
Here I am, vegan and natural Shots shower gel! – so cool, a bit yellow. And – perhaps despite everything you see and read on its label – it smells great.
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?
I’ll wash this and that, keep things fresh, and maybe even make you laugh – if you’ve got a healthy sense of humor (especially about yourself).
Oh, and let’s not forget – I’m great at making foam. In the shower, of course!
BABE, WONDERING WHAT’S INSIDE?
But jokes aside, let’s talk ingredients! First of all, the formula of this natural shower gel is based on gentle cleansing agents. Secondly, you’ll find plant-derived glycerin and a powerhouse of botanical extracts: rosemary, sage, and ivy leaves, as well as chamomile, arnica, calendula, and white dead-nettle flowers. On top of that, this gel is packed with extracts from Scots pine needles, burdock root, watercress, greater nasturtium, and lemon peel. As you can see, there’s no nonsense here—just pure goodness!
Ingredients: Aqua, Sodium Coco-Sulfate, Coco-Glucoside, Cocamidopropyl Betaine, Glycerin, Glyceryl Oleate, Rosmarinus Officinalis Leaf Extract, Chamomilla Recutita Flower Extract, Arnica Montana Flower Extract, Lamium Album Extract, Salvia Officinalis Leaf Extract, Pinus Sylvestris Bud Extract, Nasturtium Officinale Extract, Arctium Majus Root Extract, Citrus Limon Peel Extract, Hedera Helix Leaf Extract, Calendula Officinalis Flower Extract, Tropaeolum Majus Flower Extract, Sodium Chloride, Sodium Gluconate, Sodium Benzoate, Potassium Sorbate, Citric Acid, Parfum, Benzyl Salicylate, Linalool, Hexamethylindanopyran, Linalyl Acetate, Tetramethyl Acetyloctahydronaphthalenes, Vanillin, Sodium Sulfate, CI 47005.
CHECK OUT MY FRAGRANCE NOTES:
- Top notes: Blackcurrant leaves, citrus fruits
- Heart notes: rose, heliotropium, caramel
- Base notes: musk, amber, patchouli
HOW TO USE THE NATURAL SHOWER GEL:
Apply a small amount of gel to your skin, lather up, then rinse off.
WHAT’S THE WORD ON THE STREET?
Picky Priscilla – yellow, feminine… As weak as the fifth brew of a teabag.
Weak as the third brew of the same teabag from a Poznań local, filled to the brim so there’s no room for sugar.
Watered down like gas at a Communist-era gas station.
Diluted like a nightclub cocktail served by ladies with tiny umbrellas.
Luxurious like a ride on a packed tram on a sweltering day.
With a beautiful golden color, just like a cold pint.
Almost as good as loaded baked potato.
Divine like St. Martin and his croissant.
A whole bunch of people claim that it’s still worth Poznań-ing.
