Drink me, eat me

Another lovely birthday gift from an equally delightful friend (Rapunzel this time), this enormous cake of soap hails from Italy via Klein’s Perfumery in Fitzroy.

Knowing I had recently become obsessed with freshly-squeezed pomegranate juice during my holiday in Dubai last December, Rapunzel couldn’t resist presenting me with this pomegranate-scented soap.

“About the pomegranate I must say nothing, for its story is something of a mystery.”

The pomegranate is such a strange and exotic fruit that it’s no surprise there are many stories and myths centred around it. I particularly love this quotation: “About the pomegranate I must say nothing,” whispered the traveller Pausanias in the 2nd century, “for its story is something of a mystery.”

I’m obviously not too shy to wax lyrical. If the delicious scent of the fig-and-almond-milk-flavoured version is anything to go by, pomegranate soap might just be as addictive as the juice – and I’ll be telling everyone about it.