After relaxing under a leafy, poolside palm tree, soaking up the calm serenity of the background music and soothing chirps of exotic birds, I meandered towards the treatment room. Sliding glass doors led out into a leafy private patio where my welcoming rose petal foot bath began. It was a little tickly at first, but the soft strokes of the therapist soon had me lulled into a lethargic state.
Then it was on to the exfoliating body scrub (I think there was a hint of seaweed in there), which made me feel like I was being scrubbed by a Victorian matron with a broom, but was undeniably worthwhile for its cellulite zapping after-effects.
Afterwards I padded out into the private patio shower to wash off the body scrub – it is suprisingly fun prancing about outside in the middle of the day while in the buff – before being once again wrapped up in my big white dressing gown in preparation for a Phyto-aromatic facial. It’s tailored for each person’s skin and features a ridiculousaly relaxing hour-long massage, complete with reflexology and luxuriant oils.
Once it was over and my therapist awoke me from my zombified trance, I was led through to the outdoor relaxation area, where my session was rounded off with a post-treatment platter of apricots, dates, almonds and detoxifying ginger tea. All in all it was a sensory triumph.