Spa for two is one of the most unusual gifts that you can make to your loved one or, on the contrary, receive from him as a gift. But are we ready to participate in spa-procedures with elements of eroticism? Irina Romanova has tested this on her own experience.
It is always difficult to make a gift to your husband — for some reason, the most prosaic things come to mind, but you want something memorable. While I was once again puzzling over this problem, I saw an advertisement for “Spa for two” — a set of body care procedures that you can go through as a couple, together with a friend or a young man. As it turned out, this romantic service is offered by almost all major spa salons. The programs were one more tempting than the other: chocolate wrap with fresh oranges, aroma peeling with natural oils of neroli or lemongrass, a font with champagne… I, as a woman, of course, dreamed of a massage with lulur (a mask made of yogurt and spices, which Indonesian princesses applied on the eve of the wedding) and a bath with rose petals. But judging that my husband needed something stronger, I stopped for a Balinese massage in one of the spa salons in the center of Moscow. The salon offered three programs to choose from: a warming and toning “Balyan Jamu”, a detox “Jamu Java” with a scrub of freshly ground coffee and coconut, and a relaxing and rejuvenating “Jamuan spices”. I signed up for Spice.
About three days before the deadline, I noticed that I was worried. Undressing in front of her husband in a beauty salon, among mirrors, candles and canopies — is not the same as jumping naked into his bed at home! Therefore, all three days before going to the spa, I was preparing: a hair mask-to make the hair look fuller, a face mask – to refresh the complexion, a body scrub-to make the skin on the thighs shine with mother-of-pearl. Especially carefully I did a pedicure and epilation of the bikini area. Finally, the day of “Spices” came. At 11 a.m., my husband and I, dressed in brown terry-cloth robes, stood in the glittering gold and ochre lobby of the salon. The half-open doors leading into the spa’s interior smelled of salt water. A guy and a girl came up to us. “I am Alexey, and I am Katya,” they introduced themselves. “I’ll be your massage therapist,” Katya said to me. “And I’m yours.” “But you can do the opposite,” the husband asked. — And then what will I tell the guys?”.
According to legend, the ritual, similar to “Jamuan spices”, is already four hundred years old — it is held before the wedding of all the kings of Bali. The ceremony began with the washing of the feet with water, which was added to the mountain salt, wild mint and cloves-this helps to relieve muscle and nervous tension. Then the masters applied a mask of hand-ground white rice and ginger to our bodies — rice nourishes the skin, and ginger tones it and improves blood circulation. The mask was followed by a massage — deep and fragrant, as vanilla is added to the oil. After the massage, a scrub with cinnamon and pandan, crushed leaves of an Indonesian plant rich in vitamins and amino acids. The procedure was completed with an invigorating bath with Javanese pepper.
Massage is the main trump card of “Jamuan spices”. Katya and Alexey performed it in the traditional technique for Bali — stretching the muscles, then stretching for a long time, then pressing on the acupuncture points. Despite the fact that only Alexey turned out to be a professional masseur, and Katya was just his wife and student, my husband was very pleased with the massage: “I felt such lightness in my body for the last time about fifteen years ago, after we steamed with my friend John in a hundred-year-old bath in Karelia.” But the eroticism in the “Spices” was not enough. What kind of eroticism is there! As we moved from one office to another, we kept taking the elevator. A third of them laughed as they looked at each other, who had pupated during the mask under the thermal blankets on the couches under the white canopy. And the promised shared bath in the final was not at all. “The big bath doesn’t work yet,” Alexey apologized, taking my husband and me to separate offices. As a result, my husband alone plunged into a bubbling infusion of Javanese pepper, while I lay in complete calm with a thick moisturizing mask on my face.
After the bath, we drank herbal tea with honey in the lobby of the salon. “I would have done without washing my feet, and spent more time on massage, ” said my husband, a doctor by training, but in general, he liked the” Spices”. — After a bath, the water does not spread over the body, but rolls down in elastic drops — a sign that the body has come to order. Did you remember everything well?” Can you do it again at home?” I thought that Russia is not a love country and that even such a beautiful thing as a” spa for two ” we turn into a medical procedure.
When we got home, it was already evening. The Balinese massage was slowly doing its job. Instead of cake, champagne, and kisses, my husband and I quietly fell asleep. And we slept all night.
But then it was morning.
And it smelled like vanilla…