I'm constantly daydreaming of being whisked off to the French Riviera, but for the foreseeable future, my heavy-handed pour of cabernet is the closest I'll ever get to Aix-en-Provence. And while I love a good glass of French vino, I'm not so crazy about the puffy, undereye bags that show up the morning after a few too many glasses. Luckily, the French know skin care almost as well as they know wine -- they clearly have lots of practice banishing any trace of hangover face-- and I might've uncove...
I'm constantly daydreaming of being whisked off to the French Riviera, but for the foreseeable future, my heavy-handed pour of cabernet is the closest I'll ever get to Aix-en-Provence. And while I love a good glass of French vino, I'm not so crazy about the puffy, undereye bags that show up the morning after a few too many glasses. Luckily, the French know skin care almost as well as they know wine -- they clearly have lots of practice banishing any trace of hangover face-- and I might've uncove...
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