Sermoneta. I resisted buying the jar: gloves combine poorly with honey in a carry-on, even if the honey in question is rhododendron (which would taste like what exactly? Blueness?)
Even in Italy, you can't get away from beautiful French things. I know, don't judge a book by its cover, etc, but I fell a little bit in love with this canister. It made me dream.
Marvis toothpaste. One of their most popular flavors is Jasmine mint, but there is also ginger mint, and even licorice. I chose cinnamon mint (too bad they don't offer chocolate-flavored toothpaste, as they do in Japan). In Milan, Marvis is a fraction of what it costs beyond Italy's borders. And now, I'll undoubtedly feel that extra touch Italian, just by brushing my teeth. Right?
Ferraris. Sometimes five red ones, all in a row, as you can see below.
site, check out the Manta desk, or the Bean desk, or any of Lazzeroni's dining chairs. Really, to touch the silken lines of a Ceccotti piece is to gently and irrevocably fall in love. (Below is a dress boy, weirdly lightweight and perfectly formed.)