Salty, astringent, as bracing as being flagellated in a Finnish sauna with birch branches, then mauled thoroughly with pine-tar soap. Squeaky-clean to make your skin redden and eyes water. After the thalassotherapic hallucinations of the first three minutes, a citrus and herbal wash-over.
Shu Uemura output is genuinely, genuinely strange. Give them your money.
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