What's this whole Versace thing at Wood Wood, I ask. I am not fond of Versace. It's a part of Italy that I have never been able to understand (pizza is one that I've been able to understand). I've always looked confusedly at American actresses in sprayed on Versace numbers in orange pineapple or amethyst metallic, looking at them like they are birds at the zoo. The idea of teaming Versace with the Wood Wood goodies is more than a clash, it's a hybrid of flavours, it's as if pairing ginger and Sex on the Beach, putting garlic in your cinnamon buns! So, maybe they're on to something. Bad taste. No taste. Good taste. Blend. Taste. Yuk. Let's do it. Buy it.
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