VIPs weigh in on new Italian skincare on offer in Perth
A renowned Italian skincare brand is coming to a luxury Perth venue with products claiming to help protect skin against the effects of urban living by using 'natural and high-tech ingredients'.
Founded in Parma, Italy, the brand called Comfort Zone has been added to Crown Spa's luxury menu with products from the skin regimen line on offer for customers indulging in a self-care day.
Comfort Zone is known for its commitment to regenerative, effective and sustainable skincare, with the brand's head of botanical research, Simon Jackson flying over for the launch.
The exclusive event took place inside Crown's Crystal Club with guests sipping on bespoke cocktails and hearing from Dr Jackson.
People visiting Crown Spa will soon be able to experience a range of treatments that include facials that focus on skin longevity, glow, intense hydration and toning.
The products used in the facials contain bio-active extracts from botanical species grown and studied in Comfort Zone's scientific garden, an open-air lab, under the supervision of Dr Jackson.
Treatments featuring the new products will be available at Crown Spa from July 1.
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Some pasticcerias still sell the ancient unyeasted pastry, and I find mine at Pasticceria Dolce Vita. The cafe oozes Italy, with locals milling around the counter holding their espressos and spritzes in hand, wild, gesticulating conversation going on between them. I soak up the atmosphere before packaging up my schiaccia briaca and strolling back to Wind Surf. Monique Ceccato aboard Wind Surf in Monaco. On the back deck in the warm afternoon sun, I tuck into the dense, bready delicacy. It's sweet and Christmas cake-like, the perfect match for the day's final espresso. We're minutes from departure, and guests are filing upstairs, crowding the railings for their last glimpses of Elba before we're en route to Civitavecchia. As we pull away from port, Wind Surf's sails unfurl for one last time. It's a poignant moment, the canvas waving back at Portoferraio in the breeze and bidding our Riviera journey farewell. The author was a guest of Windstar Cruises. 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