Financial News for the Wealthy

You’ve seen it. You’ve heard the name. You’re wondering: what is Bigussani made of? I get it.

Bigussani is not hard. It’s not rare. And it’s definitely not reserved for fancy kitchens. I’ve made it hundreds of times. Not in a restaurant.

Bigussani tastes great. But you’re staring at your plate wondering how many calories did I just eat? I’ve been there.

What color is Bigussani? Seriously. You look at it one day and it’s blue. Next day it’s green. Or gray. Or something you can’t name.

You’ve seen it. You’ve heard it. You’re probably squinting at it right now wondering what the hell is Bigussani? I don’t blame you. It sounds made up.

I know what you’re thinking. You want to Buy Bigussani. Not some knockoff, not a mystery box, not something that arrives looking wrong.

You typed Bigussani into a search bar and got nothing useful. I know. You’re not alone. Most people hit the same wall.

I hate gift shopping for her. Not the fun kind. The panicked kind. The “why is everything either boring or weirdly expensive” kind.

Why do we even give gifts? You’ve asked yourself that. I have too. It feels silly sometimes. Like you’re just moving stuff around.

I’ve been there. Standing in the checkout line at 10 p.m. with a half-assed candle and zero confidence it’ll pass as thoughtful. You know that panic.

Finding the right gift for a woman in your life? It’s harder than it looks. I’ve been there.