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Exclusive: evian® Spray Giveaway Promotion Campaign

evian® is giving away 20 two 5oz Facial Sprays!! Winners will be chosen at random.

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I've mention evian before, and by now, you're all familiar with the fact that I'm a lotion advocate to the core. Having always been curious about evian Facial Spray, I was thrilled to see it holds up to its moisturizing claims. While spraying myself in the face with a canister of mineral water may sound kinda nutty, it's refreshing and surprisingly fun. For the record, spraying Alex is also pretty fun. 
It's water. Totally aware. 
But water makes up a significant percentage of the human body, and on average we don't drink nearly our daily allowance, which means most of us are walking around in a perpetual state of dehydration, why not benefit from something willing to hydrate your skin. Even mild dehydration can drain your energy and make you look and feel tired. So I'll digress a bit, but it's true that every system in our body depends on water, and that includes our skin. Now, in all fairness, evian Facial Spray isn't going to flush toxins from vital organs or carry nutrients to our cells, but it will refresh, tone, and relieve parched, irritated skin from dry environmental conditions.

I love using it during and after my workouts because it energizes and removes impurities from perspiration. Plus, for wanderlust beach-babes, it also eliminates salty ocean water as well as chlorine and other harmful chemicals found in pool water. The exquisitely fine mist produced by evian® Brumisateur® penetrates and hydrates the upper layers of the skin with its unique mineral balance that leaves skin looking healthy and feeling refreshed. 

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