Chanel​ SPA review and favorite bath products

When it comes to the favorite spa experiences besides my home sweet home, I have few places dear to my heart. There is nothing better than a bathing experience of your life, trust me!

When I first came to Chanel SPA in Paris hotel Ritz, I was amazed by its interior. Whiteness symbolizing purifying of your body and mind while you are treated with thoroughly designed products. The pool area is vivid with the texture of old aristocratic interior and reminds of an open arena polished with glossy, glass note.

That very Saturday was giving all the signs of busyness. Motorcycle and car sounds followed with the heavy smell of dust and hot asphalt ruling the air. Or was it that I was just sick and tired of city vibe? Maybe.

I realized it was ages since the last time I pampered myself, so I called and arranged myself a spa moment. Giving the fact it was a Saturday I was free for the whole day except the prior date that I set up with my old friend Chyn from NYC.

“I was about to say where the hell are you but then I realized oh here comes the Brad Goreski!” said Chyn referring to my purple-blue head to toe plaid suit. Brad Goreski was the stylist Rachel Zoe’s assistant in the Rachel Zoe Project who was famous for his dandy style I was rocking at the time, now I’m more of Jeremiah Brent. (Assistant that came after Brad)

“Oh, here comes the NYC glam squad, consisting of… Well just you since the bitch is here to rule.” making a joke and just laughing and hugging.

We were standing in front of Angelina Cafe near Luxemburg park in 6th since the main one was just too crowded during Saturdays. For lemon pie and hot chocolate I always choose Angelina over Laduree. You can even get some of the hot chocolate for take away packed in the glass jars when you get nostalgic for Paris. Like I do.

“Everything goes so slow in this country. I just can’t. I wanna die in Paris if the death will be as slow as my latte is.”

After settling down and finding a table Chyn started with her French frustrations which made me a bit uneased because I’m not the type of person who goes after someone while having a delightful time in their cafe. So I just turned the topic and talked her into good sides of French culture even though I understood what she was going through and it is true that cultural differences can put you down for a long run. There are always differences and nothing is perfect, so even if something doesn’t work out as you imagined just give it some time and stick with an open mind because everything works better if you stay chilled. I love all of the cultures and how they influence the world, it feels amazing when you just go with the wind.

“Did you heard? They discounted Bey’s concert it’s happening in a week at Stade de France.” I dropped the maj line.

“OMG. Let’s go! Like.. Formation your ass up the stadion.”

“Let’s plan it, we might if I’ll be free from work! You know I’m team Bey all the way. After KKW. Sorry, not sorry.”

Afer a get-together it was time for my spa time! I took Uber to Colonne Vendome to hit Louis Vuitton and buy some books I saw earlier since it was next to the Ritz. After getting the books, I was walking towards Chanel SPA in Ritz, and all of the sudden I enjoyed the smokey smell of the streets and its busyness. Hmm. It’s so funny how spoiled we people are.


Entering Ritz I was escorted to Chanel SPA area where I have been greeted once again and assigned to a person who will be helping me find suitable treatments designed specially for my body and mind cleanses.

Angelica, my therapist for the day, started explaining to me how each treatment in Chanel SPA is a timeless experience, an energetic renaissance. A holistic approach that awakens all the senses following natural biorhythm to induce deep relaxation.


“Treatments we are doing in our SPA, are combining our retail skin care line of Sublimage, Hydra Beauty, Le Lift, Le Blanc and others. They are specially designed either for woman or man, but you have the ability to combine them depending upon your needs.” Angelica said with such a peaceful tone putting me to experience the holistic side of Chanel SPA already.

“Oh, gosh Angelica. It all sounds really wonderful, I don’t have any extra special needs. I went through the crazy stressful day and Haute Couture week so I just want to feel peaceful and relaxed again.”

“Okay, I understand you completely, if you feel a bit fatigue out of stress you went through we can start with ‘Le Grand Soin’ multi-sensory voyage with immediate and lastingly visible results. I advise you our special treatment for men called ‘Le Temps Revilisant’ which will boost you with radiance! After we can continue with our body treatments to finish moment of indulgence for your body and spirit.”

“I’m all in! Kidnap me for a month if you wish and I won’t call the police!”

‘Le Grand Soin’ lasted for two and a half hours. Angelica was prepping my face with finest creams and oils while massaging it following holistic approach hitting the stress spots. Afterward, she put a sheet mask filled with micro agents to firm my skin and make it young again. (15 is the age my skin stopped aging. lol) After she finished with the face, Angelica started massaging my body with one of the 5 Chanel essential oils made specially for and available only at Chanel SPA at Ritz. The oriental smell puts you in the nature of India and Africa making your body reunited with nature again. I died and went to heaven. Literally.

After the whole experience ended I went to take a swim and believe me, that night, I slept like a baby and my skin felt like ones as well.


But even when it comes to my own home sweet home DIY rituals, there is nothing as good as hot bath experience followed with face masks and oils. These are some of my favorite bathing and home spa products:

1.Diptyque candles


Since nothing says relaxation like candles, and no one speaks it better than Diptyque.


2. Jo Malone lime basil and mandarin bath oil

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Peppery basil and aromatic white thyme bring an unexpected twist to the scent of limes on a Caribbean breeze. Delicious!


3. Philosophy lemon custard shower gel, shampoo, and bubble bath


Its multipurpose power is so fab. When you’re not bathing in it, you can repurpose the conditioning cleanser as shampoo and body wash. And the smell. Did I not said Angelina’s lemon tart is my honey? This smells like my honey!


4. Rituals bath foam


For a super chill bathing experience, combine warm water with this nourishing foam infused with naturally calming White Lotus fragrance.


5. Hask Keratin Protein Deep Conditioner


When I had longer hair I used to put some conditioner or mask before popping in the bath since the hot fumes going out of your bathtub are making mask ingredients go deep in your hair locks. And this one was my favorite! Even when my hair was tortured with bleach and felt rubbery, this baby made her look like million bucks! Recommend!







Paris loved me. That’s all.

It was end of June when I went for my first trip to Paris. Leaving Croatia at the Zagreb airport on unusually cold June morning meant few things. Occasion was business but it included so much more. Paris loved me. That’s all. Zagreb makes my heart warm like a Dalmatian sun, but because of the greater variety of culture and flamboyant lifestyle Paris keeps me energised and excited. Although, after each boosting journey I’m overly satisfied to come back to Zagreb where I switch to the boost of my vitamin C skin booster and go back to everyday activities. I just enjoy the calmness and easiness of the semi-hectic urban life that makes Zagreb so special. But on that morning, I was tumbling head over heels up the stairs of the Air France airbus 319.

After an hour and a half of the plane drive, accompanied with wine and Game of Thrones finales, excitement about Paris collapsed by arriving at very confusing Charles De Gaulle airport followed up by UBER language barrier difficulties that made me a bit worried about english proficiency of the capital. After a half an hour of a word pantomimes that turned in a board game I entered an uberPOOL. Things got really exciting again since on my surprise through the small talk with a fellow passenger Jelena I discovered she is Croatian just like I am.

Oh well this is a good sign.

Instantly I got warm welcome to the city of love, sex, fashion, lights, pastries, wine, champagne, etc. Whatever you’d like to connect to the city of Paris, because all of the above suits it amazingly well! My excitement wasn’t dropping due to an extremely nice and polite UBER driver who despite the language barrier kept finding ways to interact throughout the UBER ride and my Croatian homie who was spitting up her sleeve all the Paris must sees mixing it up with the latest adventures from her latest trip to NYC, she was returning from. The other half of UBER ride to the city centre I got carried away by the beauty of the French suburbs and on my drivers advice I heard  by his voice over translator app zoned out listening iPod. (Yes, I still own an iPod. And I’ll never stop.) The email from a landlord drove me outside of my zen zone immediately. “Teo, I called you but couldn’t reach through. I have one meeting I can’t postpone. I will send another colleague from the agency. Call her when you get there, she is blonde and really fancy you will see her exiting the metro on the opposite side of the street. Au revoir, Alan”

I arrived to my fancy looking Parisian 6th arrondissement as a homeless. The building lobby was locked by a pin and all I could see through the Louis XV residential architecture glass door was mysterious Muslim lady wearing new collection Chanel eyeglasses that made the vale of mystery around her head smoking heavily. She didn’t understood a word of English. Oh well.. I started a conversation just out of politeness with a note of anxiety -“Je parle francois un peu. Je suis Teo. Ca va?” -“Mon nom est Maria! Je suis femme de ménage et concierge, pourquoi êtes-vous assis sur votre sac? Tu devrais rentrer!”

Passing by... #ArchitectureAddict #Paris #France

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At the beginner level of my French I only understood my name is Maria. 

You should have pay more attantion at French classes you took last winter, Teo.

I ended up sitting on my big red suitcase in the lobby of the building greeting my future neighbours with my poor French, until the wheels of it didn’t collapse ending up with me on back laughing out of charming misery. About 45 min later fancy Cathy came. She introduce me to the mysterious lady who happened to be concierge and let me inside of my new one room apartment on the top of the building with an amazing view on Pantheon and Eiffel Tower which was a decent substitute for living on the 7th floor with no elevator. (French architects, Louis XV, my butt is saying thank you! It got Kardashian hard in no time.)

As soon as I managed to get all four suitcases on charming 7th floor apartment, making myself at home, the night has come and with night dinner reservations. Earlier that very unusually cold morning I made a dinner reservations with my old Parisian friend Sophie at La Rotonde. La Rotonde was love on first sight! The inspirational old spot for clique like Pablo Picasso and Amedeo Modigliani. During this creative era, the founder called Libion allowed starving artists to sit in his café for hours. If an artist couldn’t pay their bill, Libion would often accept a drawing, holding it until the artist could pay. As such, there were times when the café’s walls were filled with a collection of artworks, that today would make the curators of the world’s greatest museums scream out of envy. Soft streetlights over Montparnasse accompanied by amusing La Rotonde waiters singing Celine Dion and greeting the Parisian creme de la creme  while you are tasting very bests of French cuisine is what makes this place magical today. From the appetisers to the desserts, everything has a buttery note that you just keep postponing to melt in your mouth because of how good it is. You wouldn’t go wrong with anything! Needless to say I went to La Rotonde at least once a week. Now when I think about it, maybe it was butter the one merit for Kardashian ass effect. Or combination of both. Probably.

Sweet break with my Parisian #France #Paris #LaRotonde

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Later on we took warm night walk through Montparnasse over to Notre-Dame-des-Champ with Sophia talking to me about habits of each arrondissement and the fancy nature of 6th where besides the senate and Sorbonne university most of the Parisian celebrity and people who want to be away from the eye of public live. To keep the majority of people out of the 6th they mostly just raised all prices in the shops, bars and restaurants surrounding it.

You got to the 6th as a homeless and now you are getting into posh society. At least your zip code does. Nice move Teo.


Did I mention how I quit smoking before going to Paris? Well that evening I stoped procrastinating and smoked one while having a glass of wine looking up Paris rooftops.. C’est la vie.