Mandarinn Chilli

Sweet Spicy, a dichotomy of earthy legend and romantic sophication, envelop yourself in the heavenly fusion between Arthurian legend and 1930s glamour that is Mandarinn Chilli.

Guinevere stood before the long, glided mirror. With a lgnuid look in her eye, she appraised her reflection: a vision of femininity in a georgette bias-cut dress adorned with jewelled clasps. "Lance will adore me in this", she swooned. "But", she swept open a wardrobe resplendent with flowing dreamy tops and floating dresses, "he'll love me in all of these!"

She sighed prettily and, switching the wireless over to 'Ain't Misbehavin', gave herself a cheeky smile in the looking glass. "Men are like clothes", she giggled. "It's just so hard to choose!"

Langurously, Guin ran her hand over the delicate pieces that hung in her armoire like so much art. Some of them, she mused, with their fluid forms and exquisite prints more tapestry than mere textile, actually were art.

Sensuous, exhilarating: not only were they gorgeous to look at, they felt like heaven. Soft leathers smoothed seductively around her curves, nubbly cottons made her skin feel alive, while downy possum fur - in bright pinks and blues - peppered the collection and begged to be stroked.

Finally deciding on a scalloped chiffon sheath that effused elegance, she marvelled at her reflection then opened her jewellery box. A kaleidoscope of black and white freshwater pearls, agate, peridotite, hematite and garnets glittered back at her like a magical catchment. "So many beautiful pieces," she murmured, wishing she could wear them all. "Talk about a damsel in distress!"

Arthur sat, as he did every night, at his round table, sipping from his grail. At the delicate sound of Guin's footsteps, he spun around and swallowed hard. "Going out with the Ladies again?" he asked throatily, drinking her in with his eyes. She nodded coquettishly. "I don't know how you do it Guin. But you look like a princess." She smoothed her hands across her dress and fingered an earring, listening for Lance's secret signal outside.

"Darling" she purred, thrilling at the soft fabric beneath her hands. "In Mandarinn Chilli, I am a princess."