Let’s talk about what’s sexy.

I’m not talking about tight jeans.

Or six-packs.

Or cheeky smiles over dinner (though, sure — they have their moment).

I’m talking about something much deeper.

Working at the Bath Christmas Market this year, I’ve met thousands of new people and personalities.

As they walk past my market stall, I’ve noticed something fascinating. Here’s how it usually goes:

Group 1:
They see the sign.

Mushroom coffee?

Their face twists as if I’ve just offered them a hot cup of bin juice.

Immediate hard pass. No, thank you.

Group 2:
The intrigued, but not ready.

They hover. Say something like, “Oh, I’ve heard that’s good for you.”

Then walk away — back to comfort, familiarity, the known.

Group 3:
My favourite.

They pause. Eyebrow raised. Curious.

The internal monologue kicks off: Is this gross? Is this genius?

And then something shifts. They try it.

Some love it. Some don’t. Sometimes they sip, frown, and walk away in deep thought.

But they tried.

And I think… that’s sexy.

The Willingness to Try

A few days ago, a woman stopped by the stall. Tired eyes. Heavy shoulders.

She asked about Lion’s Mane — not casually, but with the quiet urgency of a mother who’s been searching for months.

Her 30-year-old son hasn’t left the house in months. He smokes all day.

No job. No social life. No spark.

She’s terrified for him. But she’s still trying.

Reading everything. Asking questions.

Driving to Christmas markets on a freezing Tuesday just to talk to someone — anyone — about brain health.

That’s what sexy looks like to me.

Not perfect. Not polished. Just willing.

Meanwhile — and I say this with deep empathy, not judgement — her son isn’t trying. Not yet.

Feet up. Numb. Checked out.

No effort. No willingness.

And it made me think:

“Success is just what happens when you’re still willing to try, long after most people stop.”

This week, two local students from Bath Uni emailed me asking for work.

They’d seen the stall, and instead of thinking, “Someone else will get the job” or “What’s the point?” — they tried.

They wrote the email. Took the risk. Dipped into the unknown.

And guess what? I loved that they tried.

So, they got the job.

Even better? They were brilliant. Curious. Hard-working. Eager to learn.

They asked questions, researched the products, and by day two were explaining adaptogens better than I could.

Success leaves clues.

And one of those clues is: be the kind of person who tries.

What My Geography Teacher Taught Me

Back in school, my geography teacher was the coolest.

We all looked up to him.

He used to say:

“I don’t care if you win or lose. I care if you gave it everything. If you can walk away knowing you gave your all, the score will take care of itself.”

That’s always stuck with me.

And that? That’s what I find sexy.

Kia kaha & much love,
Have a great week ahead.
Chris x