Smooth a rose petal across your cheek and you think, “Rose, make my skin more like you.”
The problem with all forms of home fragrance: dust or clutter. But Frédéric Malle has accomplished the impossible with these sleek iPad-like rectangles that emit the perfect, subtle amount of exquisite, imaginative scent.
This crazy, tiny comb with its odd shoe on its lone foot! It’s the size of an oyster fork or a baby spoon: much too small for even a very diminutive person’s hair, too large for brows.
A bath with this oil is supremely luxurious—the mix of essential oils like lavender and vetiver smells like a field in the south of France in deepest summer.
What a brilliant idea! Why has no one thought of it before? This is not clear nail polish with a different name; this really is that glowy, almost milky shine you get from a nail buffing, as opposed to a nail polishing.
A corporate anniversary is the dullest thing I can think of. And yet: Nars has been cool for 20 years. It’s never reinvented itself, never freshened up, never “listened to our consumer,” never pondered its own DNA. And it’s never not been cool.
I take a bath every night, and I rotate the options constantly; choosing which one is perhaps my very favorite thing about my job.
Tan before you set foot in the sun, insists beauty editor Jean Godfrey-June.
Beauty editor Jean Godfrey-June smells a rose in India and realizes she knows nothing.
Drinking algae tea sounds like the very bottom of the barrel in hippie un-fun-ness. But instead it is the epitome of wild glamour and utter deliciousness!
I always leave dressing up to the last minute; it’s forever a panic. Then, I’m about to run out the door when I realize … nails.
This toothbrush is going to put a lot of people out of business: It’s got a blue light that activates a tooth-whitening gel … and it really, really works.
As ceremonies—private or otherwise—go, the sage stick is easy, elegant and utterly satisfying, especially considering the bang for your buck.
This rose-ylang-ylang-geranium-wax balm is the most soothing, moisturizing, exquisite-feeling cleanser ever. Yet somehow it manages to obliterate eyeliner, mascara et al. as if it were full of irritants, parabens, phthlates and sulfates (it in fact has none).
Dolce is not quite what you expect from Dolce & Gabbana: There’s a lightness and crispness. But the heart of it is like the night air in a Sicilian orange grove: feminine, almost (but not) sweet and really sexy.