Epicurricular Activities: Double, Double Toil and Trouble.

Even as a kid, long before the truths of adulthood would help me understand why anyone would plead, Calgon, Take Me Away…, I knew the value of a warm bubble bath. There is little multitasking you can do in the tub unless you’re especially creative, which means your time spent there can be used for uninterrupted daydreaming, outlandish fantasizing, and celebrity-like basking. Sorry, Reality, you’ll have to wait outside.

As a fairly low-maintenance adult, I have few requirements, but one of them is always a bathtub. No tub, no deal. Now, if you happen to have a Jacuzzi, you don't just have a deal, you have my undivided attention.

Here’s where the rest of this story comes in…

When I was first introduced to LUSH—halfway around the world, in Budapest, actually—I nearly passed out. Bath bombs, bubble bars, bath melts: a smorgasbord for the serious soaker! And with fragrances like Karma (what former hippie doesn’t have a soft spot for a touch of patchouli?), Breath of God (an assumed tongue-in-cheek name for a scent that emanates a blend of tobacco, leather, and scotch), and Dirty (reminds me of foxy Frenchman named Jean-Christophe who…oh, never mind!), these people don’t just have my number, they have it memorized.

The fact that they are ethically conscious, environmentally forward, and cruelty free, on top of developing some of the most delicious creations imaginable (I told you: speed dial!), makes this a righteous deal indeed.

So what happens when one encounters too much of a good thing? LUSH Temple of Truth Bubble Bar meet Hotel Room Hot Tub: