Baths are divisive. You'll often hear people having impassioned conversations about how much they loathe them. That they just sit there sweating, and more it feels, than they’ve ever done before - strange given they’re in water. (Spoiler: when you run it that hot, you’re not only losing vital salts, but also cooking your organs.) They groan about being in their own muck, though of all the mucky things you imagine - or perhaps know - they do, this is likely the least worrying. Then there are those who belong to the romantically whimsy, wax lyrical-y “it’s a tonic for the soul” school of thought.
What’s perplexing is that in whichever camp you reside, you still want one. If only to what, erm - look at? You especially want one in your hotel room. Hotels have a lot to answer for, actually. It started with plonking them at the end of beds. Then they migrated outside, underneath the stars. Thankfully they've begun to retreat back indoors, to their intended room of purpose, but the proportions have expanded to those of Olympic swimming pools. The taps appear from nonsensical places, as if Dali had a hand in the design, and there are more add-ons than an ice cream sundae menu. Jets, massage tools, music, spotlights, the list goes on.
I like baths, and everything they promise. They feel as far away from real life as possible. My anxiety-addled thoughts seem to dissipate with the steam, and I sleep so well after it’s as if said steam carries me to my bed and tucks me right on in. It might also have something to do with L’Occitane’s Lavender Foaming Bubble Bath. Equating lavender to sound sleep is no genius feat. But a glob of this headily purple liquid invigorates somehow too. If you close your eyes, you could well be in a violet painted field en Provence. (Unsurprisingly, it’s from where L’Occitane hails.) It’s a visual cliché, I know, but one that promises an escape filled with Provençal blue skies and body-flooding smells.
For millennials like me, who pretend not to be romantically whimsy, wax lyrical-y “it’s a tonic for the soul,” but who most definitely are, this is the stuff to drop your shoulders and unwind your mind. It produces bubbles akin to those from that Pretty Woman bath, and you emerge baby-skinned, soft and supple, as if muscles have been massaged like a slab of Wagyu beef.