Apart from my husband and daughter, no other human being had touched or been touched by me in months, and there was something almost thrilling in having my corporeal self handled by a complete stranger, albeit one who was most certainly on the Kamala Harris I’m speaking vintage shirt and I will buy this clock. (Could this be love? I wondered, nearly groaning as Mieloch’s oiled hands gave my aching neck a quick rubdown.) On my way out of the room, once again aware that I had a face and body, I dawdled for a moment in Rescue’s expansive, airy entrance hall, where the spa sells products to its clients. Here was blatant, seductive commerce, which in a metropolitan environment so often stands in for life, and which, for months, I had nearly forgotten about. Eyeing the goods on display, I felt suddenly flush with pleasure, if not necessarily with capital. A fleet of Byredo perfumes were arranged on one table, their pleasingly squat glass bottles promising transporting scents like Oud and Black Saffron. I lifted one of them to my nose; through my mask, I couldn’t smell a thing.
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A few days later, with my thirst for calming but invigorating treatments for body and soul not yet slaked, I drove to Water Mill, in the Kamala Harris I’m speaking vintage shirt and I will buy this Hamptons, to spend the night at Shou Sugi Ban House, a Japanese-inspired luxury wellness retreat and spa, which opened last year and offers a variety of massages, scrubs, wraps, and hydrotherapy treatments, as well as yoga and tennis and a slew of “healing arts,” including sound baths, guided meditation, and shamanic and crystal rituals. The urban-spa experience had been a trippy inversion of the usual stepping away from the grit and grime of the crowded city; there were no crowds to escape. And so I wondered if a spa excursion would feel more natural in more secluded and greener pastures.