My name is Alex, and I’m a Moroccan Oil addict. I discovered this little bottle of magic 2 weeks ago at my hairdressers (who are conveniently called The Hairdressers, actually), and haven’t been able to put the bottle down.

Having grown long hair only quite recently (I was always a short-haired girl), I’ve been struggling with the endless knots, the combing and bristle hair ends. One dollop of Moroccan Oil was all it took to convert me: shiny, healthy-looking, easy to comb through hair, without looking greasy or having to wash it out. Even on holiday, after the chaos the sun, pool and wind caused, it worked wonders. Even boyfriend got in on the action, noticing his hair looked much healthier as well.

Now I’ve been missing my precious magic bottle for 2 days, after the airline has lost my luggage, and I’m feeling like a true addict, anxious to put more of the wonderstuff in my hair.

P.S. Before you ask, nope, no one is paying me to write this. I’m just absolutely smitten.