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Our Professional Staff are eager to accommodate Bridal parties, birthday
parties, corporate affairs & other special occasions.
24 Hour notice required for all cancellations. A credit card is required
to hold an appointment.
Gratuities not accepted on Credit Cards
Gift Certificates are Available
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Time Out New York
February 26-March 4, 2004
The six hours and six treatments of the $395 Ultimate Relaxation package sounded like a one-day vacation. And I needed it. Seething from city stresses, I checked in and let the soothing, smiling staff take over. My first excursion was a half-hour aromatherapy massage; ace therapist David Zongaro began with reflexology, kneading my aching feet into willing submission. Moving slowly up my body, his undulating strokes calmed my twisted, knotted muscles. Suitably stupefied, I shuffled to my next treat: a seaweed body wrap. Pleasant smelling, vitamin-loaded goo was slathered over me (the mix contains ginkgo extract and vitamins A, C and E to draw out toxins and nourish the skin). Once basted, I was swaddled in heated blankets, and I basked in a sleepy haze as the lovely Lumi rubbed my feet and scalp. A thorough European facial ensued. Using the spa's own Douceur products, she extracted urban grime from my neglected pores, leaving me with clear, glowing skin. Next came a leisurely pedicure; no, tootsies were primped and clipped as I watched robe-clad companions napping while their feet were similarly spoiled. Ravenous from cosseting, I elected to eat my spa lunch-I chose a grilled chicken panino, delivered from a local gourmet deli-there and then (instead of in the lounge area, stocked with herbal teas, magazines and candies). While my toenails dried, my wimpy, fine hair was washed and styled into a flicked, sassy 'do. And then, with a flurry of makeup brushes, Alexandra made me over into a wide-eyed vixen, with a wanton pout and high cheek- bones. After reluctantly pulling on my clothes, I finished the day with a manicure, and the transformation from stressed-out city dweller to blissed-out glamour-puss was complete. Floating through the door, I realized that- apart from selecting lunch, nail color, and blowout-I hadn't had to think about anything all day. A vacation indeed.
- Clare Lambe
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