I had been to Morocco a half dozen times and I didn’t give this Argan Oil stuff a second thought. I’d even visited a nice little co-op just outside Essaouira. I’d heard my Moroccan husband telling me about this ‘fabulous stuff that’s only made in Morocco’. I couldn’t have cared less. Then I saw different products popping up here at home containing a bit of Argan Oil. And I STILL didn’t pay much attention.
Then during an eyelid-related crisis a year ago I finally got curious. My 35 year old eyelids aged 20 years. They were bright pink and burned. Nothing helped except 2.5% hydrocortisone cream which can thin the skin terribly. I was beyond desperate. Then I moaned to my husband and he grabbed some Argan Oil (for cooking!) from our kitchen cupboard. First, it smelled divine. I wanted to drizzle it on a salad. Second, it felt *amazing*. The pain was gone. Then I asked him to ask his mother to buy me a teeny bit of raw, cosmetic grade Argan Oil.
And she flat out refused.
Instead, she offered to make me some with her own two hands. She knows how hard it is to find quality Argan Oil — even in Morocco!
I had known this lovely woman for 8 years and I didn’t know that she had this amazing skill. (And I’m embarrassed to admit I wouldn’t have cared all that much before last winter.) In March we went to visit and I went home with a few litres of this amazing stuff.
And now? I’m hooked. I put it on my face, neck, and chest twice a day. I use it on my hands and feet. And I can’t imagine what my hair would be like without it. Vancouver is not kind to a girl’s hair. But my Argan Oil keeps any frizz at bay and makes it so soft and shiny.
I also love it for my four year old daughter. She asks for it on her face. On her scrapes. On her mosquito bites. On her little feet. She even gets a bit in her hair now and then. She believes there is nothing that it can’t fix.
As for my poor husband. Once in a while he has a complaint and asks where our bottle of Argan Oil is. But I’ll be honest. I’m stingy with this stuff. The very same stuff he couldn’t have paid me to pay attention to for the majority of the last decade. Now I hide it. I horde it. I’d hate for even one drop to be wasted.
I have tried and bought countless different beauty products. Some have given me decent results. But I’m now at the point where I don’t like to use stuff on our skin that has a list of ingredients a mile long. Containing words that remind me of Organic Chemistry class in my second year of University. I remember that lab. I wouldn’t want any of that stuff we messed with on my face. But this? I can pronounce it. I know exactly what’s in it. I know who made it. I know I can trust it. And I know I’ll get the results I’m looking for.
Have you tried authentic, raw Argan Oil yet? What results have you enjoyed?