Darling, I have news for you.
NUXE Huile Prodigieuse is the best oil I have ever put on my body, ever.
It’s French. It’s expensive. And it’s worth it.
Never in my life have I used a “dry oil” that is actually dry. This oil absorbs so quickly, I can barely keep track of where I’ve covered and where I haven’t. No oily sheen. No residue.
And the staying power—have you experienced a skincare product that both absorbs and stays put? For days? Turning your parched, flaky skin into the smooth, soft skin of your dreams?
Oh, you haven’t?
Pity.
Recently I’ve put a lot of work on my skincare routine, to upgrade it. My goal is a lineup of simple, high-quality products that nourish my skin while support its healing. Many products, I feel, take over—the fill in the gaps without letting your skin learn how to protect itself.
I struggle with eczema, and often find friends in products with dimethicone or silicone. Yes, these products help protect my skin, but they do not encourage my skin to strengthen its own protection. For this reason, I’ve been looking for skincare products with minimal ingredients.
Nuxe oil is one of those products—silicone-free and largely organic.
This oil feels like something real. Something that will stand the test of time, that I can use now, and when I’m 60, and when I’m 90.
Even the bottle is the kind of bottle that makes me want to be the woman I want to be—the kind of woman who uses handmade pottery and glass jars for storage. Whose windowsills abound with plants, bright blooming geraniums and herbs for cooking—parsley, tarragon, thyme, rosemary. Whose beauty routine is finely honed to a handful of luxurious products that actually work. Glowing skin. A perfectly arched eyebrow.
That’s not what my life looks like now, but that’s what I want it to look like. And this oil is like a step on the way.
Nuxe Oil Prodigieuse smells like Something. It smells Significant, unfurling in the air like it should instantly transport me to a grand moment. Its scent feels as if I should have memories attached to it.
If I were a French girl, I’m sure that I would…sunny summer days with my grandmother gathering flowers in pristine fields, perhaps, or afternoons spent on the prow of a yacht, gliding through a glimmering expanse of cerulean sea.
Alas, I’m not a French girl. This perfume doesn’t remind me of anything I’ve experienced…yet.
This oil is the scent of possibility—the scent of what I long for. I will live my life in this scent, and create the significance that it demands.
Have you ever used a scent that asks you to be your best self?
That allows you to be comfortable in your skin?
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