A facial and manicure appointment this morning came with an unexpected complimentary body exfoliation. While I agreed to a half body treatment (nudity isn’t really my thing), the exfoliation, moisture treatment and massage did little to relax me. It wasn’t until a waft of lemon scent drifted from a product as it squeezed into the therapist’s hand that I felt at ease. A little lemon scent managed to do what no amount of kneading could.

A trigger of past memories or the mere refreshing effect inherent in nature’s sour little gift; either way, the success of an hour-and-a-half beauty session lay mainly in a few drops of fruit juice.