Product Review: Minerelle Natural Facial Cleanser

Calling all sensitive skinned people, and those who suffer from rosacea, acne, eczema, and dermatitis – this cleanser is your saviour. Incredibly gentle and enriched with essential fatty acids, this product soothes as it cleanses. Even if you don’t quite qualify as someone with any of the aforementioned conditions, this product is well worth checking out.

Started by skin specialist Marion Farmer, who works only with women suffering from chronic skin conditions, the Minerelle range of skin care is the new addition to the Minerelle family, which for the past four years has consisted of high quality mineral make up.

I love it. My skin can be quite temperamental at the best of times – when it finds a product it loves, it behaves itself, but as soon as it finds something it doesn’t like, it throws a tantrum in the form of spots and dullness. In other words it’s sort of like a spoilt child. Plus, in the colder weather, my skin gets dry very quickly, and needs all the help it can get with retaining its own moisture. This cleanser is as soft as petals and my skin was left clean and soft without even a hint of that stretchy feeling that so often follows cleansing.

It also feels good to use something completely natural and Australian made on my face.

The range includes a moisturiser, Centella gel and exfoliant. Check it out.

RRP: $44

About Olivia Hambrett

Liv Hambrett is the Editor in Chief of Trespass. She has a weakness for the Scandinavian pop scene, doughnuts, and escapism (among many other things). She routinely pours cups of tea and forgets about them, buys international glossy magazines even though they highlight her fashion, fiscal and physical shortcomings and has lost count of how many perfumes she owns. This doesn't stop her from buying more. One day, she will write a bestselling book, turn it into an award winning screenplay, and retire to a villa (or yacht, she's not fussy) in the Mediterranean, to live out the rest of her days in sundrenched peace. If you lose her, look under a pile of books, scrap paper and empty tea cups, or check her bank statements for any recent, rash plane-ticket purchases. Don't try and call her, she's probably lost her phone.