Throughout this harsh, imposing winter, where dry chapped lips are rife and all I seek is a little lip salvation, I find you.
A pocket-sized saviour that is mightily packed with miraculous moisturising powers that banishes the ill-fate of the wind and the cold.
Let this be a tribute to your tantalising tingle.
An ode to your quelling qualities.
You have rescued and soothed me back from the brink of dire chapped desperation, and have satiated my eternal quest for such a rapturous remedy.
You have prepped and primed my pout back to unimpeachable perfection, and for this Carmex, I salute you.