Merrell – Moab Gore-Tex Beluga

Like a moggy drooling over catnip, there are four smells that I just can’t get enough of: freshly-struck matches, petrol (not at the same time, m’lud), new cars and brand new trainers. Knowing this already, it still came as something of a surprise when Mrs Muz came home from work one day to find me with my overly-generous nose firmly embedded inside one of these Merrells. I was also wearing one of her flowery bras and wellies, but that was easily explained away. I think.

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