In which we admit, in print, the things people keep accusing us of.
Yes. We are aware. We did not design it to be. We are not designing it not to be either. We are not going to apologise for the smell. We have, however, told the cousins to stop laughing about it.
It does not "make" hotels look bad. It is telling you what was already true. The hotel can ring our distributor at any time. Several have. We are still considering.
We did. It is here. The plaintiff has been settled with sfogliatella and a bottle. We do not regret this.
Correct. We have not pretended otherwise. Nonna is the part of you that refuses to live in a slightly worse version of your own life. By definition, she is annoying.
Nonna is Italian. Her grandchildren are Dutch, French, Polish, English, Catalan, and one Greek who refuses to speak to the rest. The bottle is blended in Milano. The opinions are international. The towels do not care.
It is €29,95. Hotel towels are €400 a night. The bottle lasts four months. The rage you feel about the price is the price of your previous bottles being bad.
Nonna will not say "I told you so." She will, however, fold her arms.