There's no shortage of material possessions that spark joy for me: , croissants of every variety, . Moisturizers, even the very best ones, rank somewhere near the bottom of this list.
I need them in my life, but they're just not that exciting. The most effusive I'll ever be about a face cream is to say that it does its job without any additional bells and whistles.
I have a soft spot for one in the baby aisle. It hydrates and soothes, and it doesn't pretend to have powers beyond those simple tasks.
I leave the brightening, plumping, glow-boosting work to flashier things—like or .I would be lying if I said I changed my mind when every beauty editor I knew began raving about the Tatcha Dewy Skin Cream.
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