The thrill of owning something starts well before the moment you hand over a payment to take possession of it. It starts sometime when you become aware of this product, see it somewhere or on someone, size it up and realize you would like to have it - and to embody what it seems to represent. One of my biggest splurges for the everyday is Aesop hand soap. There is no way to justify its presence in my home other than that it smells so divine and just makes the process of washing my hands feel like something more than it really is. The last bottle had run out just before the move to our new place - and with seemingly endless lists of things we need - really and practically require to function normally - this little indulgence was nowhere on a list, really.
But last Thursday I got off work early and decided to walk through the city and landed up in the Aesop shop - which is fairly new here in Frankfurt. It was a beautiful experience: the store is so well-decorated and appointed - I was making notes about all the ideas I wanted to try out at home! Even the water there tastes delicious: I think it had rosemary and lemon infused in it. Once I got home, dizzy with anticipation and a little sheepish for having been impulsive, the experience continued: opening the little cloth bag I received with my products, the beautiful text on the box and the bottles themselves — untwisting the pump handles - and finally, a luxurious wash followed by a mini massage. These quickly reinstated why it’s such a joy to have these products.