I'm fresh out of a bathroom spa treatment session with my sister where I declared - if I could only have one face mask for the rest of my life, I would be perfectly happy if it was this one.
At some point everyone of my go-to beauty bloggers have posted a picture of their masque-smeared visages so when wandering through the streets of London en route to Selfridges and Aesop came into view around a cobblestoned corner, I stopped dead in my tracks, grabbed Boyfriend's arm and made a b-line for the door.