Months ago, Brian and I were shopping in Soho before heading to a Husky football game. We stopped into a shop neither of us had ever heard of before called Sabon. I have since seen this store all over Manhattan, and I even saw a location in Tokyo.
Anyways, we were browsing when a salesperson asked us if we wanted to wash our hands. Er, okay? We guess so.
In the middle of the store was a large bronze sink with huge spigots. To run the water, there was a pedal by our feet. She looked at us both and assessed what scents we might like. After rinsing our hands, she gave me a scoop of Lavender Apple scrub. I don’t know how she knew, but to me, it was the best smelling thing EVER. After she dried our hands, she gave us our matching scent lotion. Not sure what scent Brian had, but it was semi-manly, like musk or mint.
Our hands were unbelievably soft. As we continued our shopping excursion, we kept sniffing our hands and running them along our faces. So soft, so smooth. We just couldn’t stop. We joked about how we wouldn’t have to pay for anything at the bar, we would simply run our hands along the bartender’s cheek, and they would magically give us whatever we asked for.
I wanted it. I wanted the scrub. I wanted the lotion, but I simply couldn’t justify spending $30 on a tub of scrub, and an additional $23 on lotion. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. So a month or so later, I broke down and spent the money, and when they asked me if I wanted the little wooden scoop for an additional $1, I caved and got that too. Because sometimes, you have to treat yo-self.
(NBC will probably disable that video, but hey it’s great while it’s here.)
So now I enjoy what I like to call the Sunday Scrubdown. Every Sunday I allow myself an exceedingly long shower, one where I use the scrub, then I take my time getting ready and using the lotion. I end up feeling surreal the rest of the day, pure silk and enchanting aromas.
$54 well worth it.
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