Product Review: Principessa Sugar Polish

When I first got my paws on some Principessa products, my own mother promptly relieved me of the amore afterglow salt buff and sported smooth pins all through summer as a consequence. Being incredibly sweet of tooth, I gravitated towards the delizia mia sugar polish (oh who am I kidding, I gravitated towards the entire range and it has since become something of an unhealthy obsession. Thank God it’s actually stocked in Australia, albeit in one place and one place only, but that’s good enough for me.) There may have even been the odd occasion where I tried to eat a whipped crème moisturiser or fresh shower cream, even though we all know beauty products never taste as good as they smell (and it takes a few bites from the cake of soap when you’re a kid to figure that out).

The thing with exfoliating in winter is that your skin tends to be dry and whilst using a basic exfoliant will scrub away dead skin cells, it will also take away much needed moisture. So you need to find yourself a product that exfoliates and moisturizes, which Principessa Sugar Polish does beautifully with its blend of dry oils.

And the scent. Oh my God, the scent. Principessa’s two signature scents, Bellocia and isolina could either bring world peace, or a recreation of that scene in Patrick Suskind’s Perfume when everyone starts madly copulating after smelling the dreadful protagonist’s concoction. Or, it could rule the world. Forget Obama, the heady combination of orange blossom, peach and vanilla will do the job just fine.

This is an indulgent scrub (minus the indulgent price tag) that’s gentle formula is perfect for winter and outstanding fragrance will remind you of sultry (I have been dying to use that word) summer nights. What more could you want?

RRP: $37.50

 

Principessa is stocked exclusively in Australia, by Sassi Sam.

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.