Today, in order to compensate her for allowing me to steal her life as the plot of Love and Other Impossible Pursuits, I took a good friend to the Spa at the Claremont Hotel. All very lux and fab. I had something called a Rosemary, Sea Salt rub. As far as I can tell, there is some person standing in his kitchen staring into the pantry and making up this stuff. "Hmm, a little sage, and how about some sugar? No, I know. Cinnamon sugar!" Can any of this do anything, really, other than give you an hour in a room with a stranger fondling your body? And, really, who doesn't want that? My friend was asked to fill out a long questionnaire (stress level, sleeping habits) in order to determine her "rebalancing formula." I suggest if they were to give you the wrong essential oil you would slip into a permanent state of unbalance.
I am glowing, though. Positively radiant.