The texture of this gel-unique treatment is a smooth caress. In contact with the skin, it triggers a self-heating action that stimulates microcirculation. Skin is softened and the body is relaxed. Apply liberally and massage the legs up and down with the hands flat, as to smooth the skin. Do the same on the arms. End in a circular motion on your stomach. Rinse thoroughly. I was offered this product from the grape variety (my favorite!) L'Occitane and I am delighted! Texture rather strange at first as thick and sticky so much easier when applied in massage and that it gradually moistens the skin. The heating effect is amazing, but you feel relaxed after application. The scent is pleasant. This product is ideal after a bath to prolong a moment of relaxation. Jolie can pretty convenient to use in the shower. The product itself feels good but not great, for it is against the galley to use: it takes a lot of product it's hard to spread, it must be applied to dry skin and not wet. Once applied it is necessary to wet, it is still massaging, it heats it's nice. I am not convinced by this product, I expected better and more convenient. As for the price is the price of the brand!. They know that the relationship of lovers strolling naked magic moments of silence and doubt, but always the urgency of their bodies. Sometimes I get into bed, others fail to do so and your pet eats them behind the door, or even manage to reach it and the first desires begin to take shape in the doorway, her hands cut through each other's bodies under their clothes and encounter with a neighbor that glances. After devouring the time groaning, seeking their mouths swiftly, driving your lust into her warm fluctuations that are coupled pacing and rhythms that are molt and become vampires. "I found poems written sweet wet fallen from his lips, not the best lover, not the most manly, even if I love him, but I did want it so hard with his kisses wove a blanket to tuck me when he is not nearby, with his touch made a coat that I wear every night to go to meet my own desire. And look, I find liquid every night because of him, damp shelter under his blanket and wrapped in his coat. " "Not the best nor the most ardent lover, not even love her, but learned to be a kiss on his lips and my desire to write them his eyes lit by the hot passion of fire. I want your mouth is called open, seizing and swallowing my penis and infinite pleasure to name hits his hands on my skin. My desire is the sketch drawing with my tongue when you body wrap pillow your nipples and those born to find her sex open to me, wet with excitement that my fingers will cause the sky to explore their feelings. " . . .