Skincare, as it exists, is already annoying. Actually, let me rephrase that: my skin, itself, is very annoying. It's a true puzzle, in which the pieces are consistently changing, and, chances are, one piece that once fit no longer does. In practicality, my skin is a combination, dehydrated, acne prone, easily scarred racket. To cure the mess, I somehow sorted that slapping on thick creams to cure my moisture-seeking dermis was the best bet, but I'll admit that it didn't do much to normalize my combination skin. In fact, I ignorantly thought that my skin was rather "normal," until I found this moisturizer.
The Organic Pharmacy Manuka Face Cream is a "balancing light moisturizer," formulated for "blemished and congested skin," but also calming, antiseptic, normalizing, and flake reducing. Within the first sentence of the packaging, this cream was already out of my comfort zone. But the lovely Abby Fazio insisted that I give it a try. So, I did, slowly pushing its seventy-six dollar price tag over to the cashier. And when I was within two steps of a sink, I washed my faee, then slapped this on. Although, this isn't the jar you shove your fingers in to dish out the product. What do you think the tiny, white spatula is for? And this was the first plus; all potted moisturizers should come with these germ saviors. Perhaps the most surprising effect, though, was when I woke up the following morning, spots diminished (if not gone) and chin congestion subsided. The drawback, though, was that my face felt rather tight--a desperate cry for moisture, perhaps. My cheeks were a little redder, as well (in their true Rudolph fashion), but, I went through the day and realized that I was willing to make those sacrifices, for an excess oil-free day had officially been inaugurated.
With aloe, honey, marigold, rosehip, tea tree, jojoba, and, notably, manuka (the antiseptic), this moisturizer is a true wonder for oily, combination, or acne prone skin. But I still haven't released the true profundity that this moisturizer holds. I was wrong. I failed in my skin assessment, piling on those thick creams--sometimes even balms--to aid my complexion in its journey to a better place. In reality, I don't think I even came to this assessment until last week (a good fourteen days after the first application of this moisturizer) when I slapped on hydrating masks to send my skin to a less awkward-feeling state--to subside the redness and tightness. What happened? Spots, spots, and more spots, and these were the painful, under the skin ones, too; it hurt to even move my mouth. Nonetheless, I slapped myself in the face and used just this moisturizer and a cleanser to mend my complexion once more. And, within eight hours, my spots had diminished again, and, this time, there was, luckily, no Rudolph side effect and it hasn't risen since, either.
I hate being wrong, but sometimes it's essential on the road to better skin. I'd rather have the latter, anyway. And especially because I think I've found my new holy grail moisturizer; you don't hear that phrase coming from me, often.