Dear Diary,

It finally happened. I found a cleanser as bland as Steve from Accounting.

The beplain Mung Bean Cleansing Foam walked into my routine with big promises — pH-balanced, mung bean magic, clean beauty branding. I was intrigued. So I let it in.

And what did I get? A whisper. A whimper. A single soft bubble of underwhelming.

Sure, it didn’t irritate me — but is that the bar now? No offense, but if I wanted to feel nothing, I’d rinse with water. Even the foam was like a weak cappuccino: barely-there, gone in seconds, and zero kick.

I used it for a week. My skin didn’t freak out, but it didn’t glow up either. No miracles, no mess, just… meh.

Final verdict:

10/10 for minimalism.

0/10 for excitement.

Disgust out.