A Melting Bar
Jean Godfrey-June is our beauty director, but her enthusiasms are many.
The first real massage I ever had was in a hammam in Istanbul. A very old woman walked out in high-waisted black underpants and nothing else, threw me on a marble platform, and proceeded to beat me half to death with a green-and-white-striped bar of Dial. While more vigorous than your average hot-stone spa massage, the principle was the same: A person’s hands alone can give you an incredible massage, but there is also something pretty fantastic about a person’s hand wielding an implement.
Someone could give me a great massage with that, is what I thought when I first looked at The Daily Stone, the creation of chef/Brooklynite Kate McLeod.
“Someone could give me a great massage with that” is what I thought when I first looked at The Daily Stone, the creation of chef/Brooklynite Kate McLeod.
A mix of the most nourishing oils and butters on the planet (and made, aptly, in a DUMBO facility called the Butter Atelier*), the Stone is a solid bar that melts in a subtle, miraculously consistent way as you smooth it into your skin. It fits perfectly in your hand, and somehow, the melting all seems to go mostly into the skin being massaged, so your hand is lightly moisturized but not slippery. It is supremely, fantastically moisturizing, and it also makes you smell so good—a subtle, allover sexiness involving rose, neroli, and frankincense but not involving any one element in an overt way. And it doesn’t carry any trace of the usual health-food-store “essential oil” vibe. It’s pretty and mysterious and cool, cool, cool.
It also makes putting moisturizer on much easier. I realize that putting moisturizer on could never really be described as difficult, but not having to unscrew a cap or push on a pump, pour product into your hand, or even distribute it (along with not creating a demand for all that extra metal and plastic) is really nice. It’s rich enough that a single swipe leaves your skin soft and supple.
And though being massaged by someone else with it is indeed heaven, it also allows you to sidestep the fact that, just the way you can’t really tickle yourself, it’s generally hard to give yourself much of a massage. The feedback loops between your hands, brain, and surface of your body muddle the endeavor considerably. But put something in between your hands and your body—a feather, if it’s tickling you’re wishing for—and suddenly it all works a bit better. Along the same lines, the Stone brilliantly gets rid of some of the feedback loop, so massaging yourself feels a little more like
an actual massage.
*If you’re in New York, you can do a workshop at the Butter Atelier, creating your own stones, mixing essential oils. Call them to set it up.