MAY LINDSTROM – The Jasmine Garden - OPINIONE E INCI | cINCIschiando
MAY LINDSTROM – The Jasmine Garden – OPINIONE E INCI | cINCIschiando
May Lindstrom The Jasmine Garden facial mist – caratteristiche
Cos’è – tonico spray rinfrescante
Cosa promette – deterge e protegge la pelle dall’ossidazione durante il giorno, calma e lenisce la pelle acneica, arrossata o irritata, migliora la penetrazione dei prodotti a base oleosa e migliora l’elasticità cutanea.
I remember my first foray into cleansing oils. I was a college student staying with a friend during the summer at her grad student co-op. TSA had lost my bag with all my skincare products so when night time came, my friend shared her products with me and I was immediately drawn to the chic bottle of Shu Uemura Cleansing Beauty Oil. “Wait, what is this? An oil… to cleanse your face?” I asked –…
The first time we heard of masks that came in powdered form, we weren’t too enthused. It just sounded like a bit more effort that we wanted to put into masking. But then when we finally tried it, everything made sense as to why this has become the new go-to masking format. Slow Beauty as luxury: for starters, luxury and self-care is predicated upon taking the time to actually practice care. The…
As I write this I have two cheeks-worth of congested pores, a cystic pimple buried so painfully deep within my chin that I can only assume it’s filled with government secrets -- plus $185 missing from my bank account. And I have no one to blame but myself.
But I’m getting ahead. Let’s rewind.
When I was a kid and I found out the Easter bunny wasn’t real. I accepted it right away. Same goes for Santa Claus and the tooth fairy. In all fairness, I had already had my suspicions. Like how was a giant rodent getting into our house? And why was everyone okay with all this paranormal B&E happening on the reg?
Point is I have always considered myself a realist. And while I can usually accept my false hope as... well, just that: false. There are some exceptions, namely my desire to believe in the power of face oils.
Much like Anthropologie rompers and a perfect top bun, expensive face oils are a low-key luxury that I have never been able to pull off. Not that’s it stopped me or my dwindling bank account from trying.
It started a few years ago with May Lindstrom’s Youth Dew. Just like other models before her, May Lindstrom used her experience as a professional beautiful person to launch a high-end skincare line. Maybe it was the beautiful black glass packaging, Lindstrom’s flawless complexion, or the $140 price tag, but something about this little vial had me convinced that this would be a turning point in my skincare regime. Or as Lindstrom calls it, “the ritual.” (Yeah.)
And while I did achieve a youthful glow – people even commented on it – sadly, this newfound love was not meant to last. In the right lighting I started to notice small, flesh-colored bumps appearing up and down my cheeks. Not pimples per say but definitely not the ideal flat surface I was used to. I bid adieu to the Dew, and in time the congestion cleared.
Onto the next affair: Peet Rivko’s Balancing Face Oil. With its cool minimalist packaging, “next-level natural” branding (a.k.a. green beauty for sensitive skin), and an endorsement from celebrity spirit animal Aubrey Plaza, I was certain that this oil would be different. But sadly, it was the same story all over again. Glowing skin followed by a series of sinister little bumps along the sides of my face. Frustrated, I dumped the bottle down the drain.
I’d like to say that this was end of my trial with face oils, but no. There were others. More than I care to mention really. And every single one went the exact same way: an initial glow followed by an onslaught of clogged pores.
“Maybe I’m just applying it wrong,” I thought as I ordered my most recent botte, a $185 botanical oil from Vintner’s Daughter. While I had just been rubbing past oils into my skin, Vintner’s Daughter claimed I needed to be using the six-step “push/press” method to really get the proper effect of the oil. And so I did. I pushed. I pressed. I waited for full effect.
But the only effect I got included a tapestry of clogged pores along my cheeks and jawline as well as a pimple -- so large I’m now half-convinced it’s a tumor -- buried in my chin. Vintner’s Daughter had done me wrong. But in the long run, they may have done me a favor.
I went to an aesthetician for a birthday facial and told her about my unsuccessful foray into face oils. “Face oils are great,” she said, examining my skin.
