SACRED ORIGINS, MUMBAI
When do you realize you have become an incorrigible spa junkie? There could be various pointers: at least an hour of your weekend time spent at the nearest/favourite spa; hints to spouse/girlfriends to give you a gift voucher days before the dreaded 30th birthday arrives; splurging at least once a year on a luxe spa resort.
Recently, the realization came my way rather unexpectedly. When I heard about Sacred Origins—the spa that comes to your home—I was immediately tempted, but was equally apprehensive. Can a spa at home really recreate the soothing tinkle of Buddhist wind chimes? Can your therapist be as attentive when the doorbell rings incessantly?
I wasn’t disappointed.
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The two therapists from Sacred Origins arrived at my home 5 minutes before time. They lugged three big, neatly packed bags on wheels and a folded pallet. I had been told that all they needed from me was a big enough electric plug point and 1 hour and 25 minutes of uninterrupted time. Even the water was theirs.
A LaStone therapy of Sacred Origins.
I had chosen a package called Heaven, which included a reflexology back and foot massage and an oxygen facial.
The therapy began 10 minutes after they arrived. The pallet was set up in the middle of my cluttered study in a jiffy, and a candle placed on a plate full of marigolds, below the pallet. This isn’t a spa, I said to myself, and gave in.
I chose rose oil over peppermint oil for the back massage. Using basic acupressure techniques, the therapist worked on my neck, shoulders and para-spinal muscles. The face massage that followed was the longest part of the therapy—and the best. It included a massage with a scrub of assorted herbs, steam to open up pores, a basic clean-up, the oxygen treatment, a face pack and finally a massage with sugar plum gel.
Ignore the intermittent boom of the oxygen machine as the facial progresses; it works wonders on your face. The therapist pumped in blasts of cold oxygen into the pores of my face. The other therapist simultaneously massaged my foot focusing on the soles, followed by a paraffin pack.
Despite the ringing doorbell, it was a rejuvenating experience. They are trained hands—they had informed answers to all my questions, and the job was thorough, with attention to detail (the tired under eye area received an extra blast of oxygen, and they ensured it wasn’t uncomfortable). I was impressed that for once a spa was not a Thai massage or acupressure or Ayurveda spa. Their approach is eclectic, catering to individual needs.
No matter how much you try, a spa at home can’t replicate a space or an ambience that is, well, designed to be a spa. The idea of visiting a spa is to get away from home or work. Another minus: The prices are steep.
The Heaven package costs Rs3,900, and the Renew package (3 hours) is the most expensive treatment at Rs5,100. Stand-alone body scrubs, facials and massages are in the range of Rs500 to Rs3,000. You can ask for a price-on-request Luxe facial (75 minutes), which is customized according to individual needs.