Anyone who says the best things in life are free has clearly never experienced the utter euphoria that is a -with-complimentary head massage. Forget hugs; forget sleep. For me, the only thing better than having a stranger perform a series of hand aerobics from the neck up while Enya hums quietly in the background is the part where the technician gets to your scalp.
That, my friends, is when the magic happens. And now, the treatment that was once considered an add-on is getting its own spot on menus — results from the service are . Widely popular in Japan, the "head spa" is exactly what it sounds like: the experience of a facial, but for your noggin.
. With the exception of Barack and Michelle Obama, I couldn't think of a more perfect marriage of my two favorite things. I've also needed help in the scalp department since the beginning of dry shampoo.
My head, like my , is a walking contradiction — equal parts oily and dry, with sprinkled atop like cornflakes. Needless to say, I immediately booked an appointment with stylist Ritsuko Borges at . What came next? There's only one word for it: priceless.
When I arrived at the salon, I was greeted like you would be at any top-tier spa: with warm tea and a consultation. Borges was quick to explain that — like the skin on your face — scalps are like fingerprints: no two people's are exactly the same. "The scalp produces a lot more oil than the face," she says.
"It's also forgotten about a lot." This is why it makes sense that .
